I don't want to waste your time
 ranting, trying to come up
with words worthy
of being used
 in a description of 
the conniption caused 
by the sight of
 you in that orange.
So I sit silently 
letting my brain waves
 build in anticipation 
of the thrill that the
sight of you brings. 
You make my mind sing
 songs that are simple 
in their complexity
You see it is less about
 your physical design
 and more about the dance 
you do in my mind  
you move in symmetrical
 lines each switch each sway 
of those hips forming a rhyme
there is no doubt that it is
 science, it has to be
 chemistry with muscle 
contractions causing
chain reactions, remixing
 my thoughts like a 
P Diddy cut. My eyes 
wide shut, still I am 
able to envision
my mission of capturing
 your essence. A beauty
that is best in my presence.
The vibe is truly pleasant
My private dancer.