WALK at the end of a long day everyone’s ready to go their own way although it’s a couple of minutes before five this is the time when I truly start to come alive my senses keen, my eyes ready to stare as I try to time it perfectly to meet the lady with long hair her thick elevated heels are implanted in my mind I wish I could tape her, I’d always press rewind from the louie vaton cap to the brown suede skirt I want to approach her, but see I’m afraid to flirt if she only knew that on days when I don’t get to see her face I’m upset with myself and the next day I speed up my pace I try to hide my emotons by not smiling and such but on the inside I’m butter, she’s just too much I search her hands for rings of marriage or engagement cause she can’t be alone, not with that lovely arrangement of curves and smiles and looks and styles but it’s one thing that stands out above all and it’ll bring a giant to his knees and make him fall it’s a simple movement of one foot in front of another but she does it in a way like I’ve seen no other more fluent than the waves as they ride the ocean I refer to it as “the strutâ€� or “poetry in motionâ€� everytime I see it, I’m caught in a trance from her prance, stance and lovely walk dance in my mind I sometimes pray that she’ll come my way o’h, how that would make my day here she comes, what do I say? from left to right she moves her hips and all I can do is sweat, and lick my lips cause my voice is gone, I can’t even talk I’m speechles------ from her majestic walk    MEDIUM BUILD 7-18-97