Stand Still

I have seen so much beauty.

Yet it still has the power to excite me, 
to thrill me, to captivate me. 
To enrapture, to enthrall, to fascinate, 
to intrigue, to mesmerize.
 
I think of you on this sultry summer’s night, 
the air thick with warmth, scent and desire. 
Strains of almost-heard music on the faint breeze.
The sound of a home-bound bus in the long, long distance. 
Animals stirring in the undergrowth. 
A hunting owl calling to its mate. 
The air quietly whispering beneath the bridge.

I picture you in a summer dress, 
the skirt flowing like a sea about your legs, 
the bodice clinging tightly to your sweet body, 
the straps emphasizing the geometry of your exquisite shoulders. 
Your skin perfect in the candlelight.

I imagine you, and I catch my breath as your fingers toy with the first in a line of buttons.

I have seen so much beauty.

But yours makes time stand still.