She Glides... Poem by Nestor David Armas

She glides up the staircase
Such a sight to see; angel face
Like she's stepping up to the heavens
The clouds seem to part but it's just the curtains
To welcome her, graceful being
I wish all could see what I'm seeing
The thoughts she elicits
Wondrous, inquisitive, illicit
She keeps me guessing daydreaming
Undressing, distressing, caressing
Her skin smooth like a polished oak banister
With a body curvaceous spiralling
As her hand travels my heart stops sinister
I feel out of breath lungs failing
She keeps coming step after step
I hear the click of her heels, hep
Hep, hep- but I haven't said a word
This hiccup betrays me; how absurd
Would I feel if she looks my way
And all I can muster is a shy 'hey'
Look away quickly
Run run swiftly
But no I'm still here
She smiles; does she know? I fear
That she's aware I've been staring
Dumbfounded I collect my bearing
I snap to attention as she speaks
I feel the burn leave my cheeks...

(11/13/2010)