...I saw her. I smelled her enchanting aroma. I sensed her essence, swirling around her head like a crown, dripping down her breasts like silk. She was completely enchanting. I could not look away. I could not redirect my thoughts. I could not escape her within myself. I'm not so sure that I really wanted to, anyways. She reminded me of a dream; a dream of a vision that swept me away to an all-encompassing enigma that caressed my sensitive side, my easily allured piece of existence. Ahhhh....I felt shameless...
I watched her from around the corner. I'm not sure if she knew I was there and was simply entertaining the notion of me 'secretly' admiring her, or, if she wasn't aware that I was totally captivated by her, spellbound by her essence. Either way, it didn't matter. I was locked in place, unable to walk away, unable to roll my eyes away from her direction.
She brushed her autumn-brown hair, gently, and slowly, over her shoulder. I saw her methodically stroke her long, vibrant strands of silken-spun threads as if she were separating wind from air, song from shadow, love from lust... The hypnotising webs of her locks spilled around her face, shoulders, and supple bosom and I saw the ripples of her essence ping in the perfumed air around her like ripples circling and spreading outward in the water when it rains. They swept over me, wave after wave of her fragrant, seductive ripples and held me prisoner like a piece of driftwood caught in the tide, trapped against the banks of the earth, but not able to maneuver out of the waters...
It was a slow, painful torture, but it was so pleasant and the discomfort that this pain caused was like the sweet song of the siren or the caress of an angel before it leads the way to an afterlife. I relished the hold she had on me. I willingly would have been her servant. I oddly found comfort in being caught in her web of seduction, her lair of pleasure. But just as I was about to drop to my knees and commit myself to her for all eternity, she turned towards me, looked me in my eyes, and with a smirk of satisfaction and flattery, she gently pressed her finger to her rosy lips, exhaled a whisper, and morphed into an ethereal shimmer of ashy smoke and golden mist. And with that, my goddess vanished. But she will never vanish within me... I have her essence...
