you are the sun, i am the one who worships you

Oh look at her. Dressed in tight jeans, and a black top. Every time I look away, my eyes keep returning, to marvel at  her womaly beauty. Feet, legs, waist, belly, chest, shoulders,face, all seems so perfect. Angels have made her just like them. I watch as she dances to her music. She moves her hips to the rythm. Her long black hair fliping wildly. This dance, hypnotizes me , the dance of snakes. Still i cant keep my eyes off of her. The way she moves, with such grace and lightness, and she looks back at me through eyes hidden behind shadows. Her eyes inviting me, telling me to go to her. I am lost her eyes