When He Met She

She stands before him, a goddess in the flesh. He is moved by her, but in awe he is stuck. Like a bullet struck and he didn't see it comming. She swooped in, touched down w/o warning. Rode in on the sunrays leaving a trace of wanting. Curiosity bit. Both parties hit. Some would say the connection was obvious. Onlookers drank it up. She was hestitant...he couldn't be stopped. Some would call it kismet or just a simple twist of fate. He drinks from her cup...she eats off his plate. He walks in her thoughts. She dances in his memory. He left her curious, she left him wanting. Pierced down to the core, he don't know how to act. Inexperienced with one of her caliber...unknowing how to show her. She glows & flutters before his very eyes. He is careless for he can't believe the sight. He remembers her kisses & the scent of her that night. So pure and ever distant, he begins to think it all a dream. As she ponders over, what did it all mean? She makes moves & they can never catch eachother. Perhaps lovers of the chase, she in the temptress. He licks his lips and still her, he tastes. Ever confident & true. He wants her, his approach is confused. Desire ever present...this is a gift. When the night in shining armor met his princess. She shook it off in the wind, thinking the light was just blinding her. Clouding her view. When I stumbled across the way and tripped up on you. In hopes of learning, teaching, growing and starting a new. The lovely dutchess and the grand duke. When the breeze was warm and the atmosphere calming. My heart trembled. Your touch warming. When we acted like we didn't. Knowing that we did. When time stood still and one could smell the seasons. When we met, the ending began. When you looked in my eyes and I repeated your name. When the prince came to claim his lady in wait. She was paralyzed by the curiousity, he was enlightened by the wanting.