Music playing loud, girls night out, just a night at the bar.
Once in a while our eyes would cross path. Avoiding to stare trying to see a glimpse out of my peripheral vision. To see her sparkling eyes. Was she looking at me? Maybe, intriguing and exhilarating.

Opportunity arises from talks of broken hearts, tales of deception and lies.
Drinking to drown our sorrows, to find comfort in the music to mend a broken heart. Talking to strangers who might never share our path.

She was different, quiet, immerse in her own thoughts watching from afar.
A deity, the true image of a woman that’s without wax. Perfection within sight.
A vision that awakens so many dormant feelings and emotions that brings us to a fright, to sense and to feel such a vivid sight. Oh Goddess, heavenly angel, distracting and absorbing body, mind, and soul.

A welcomed friend, a voice enchanting, and a vision bewitching all our senses to pure delight. There is no coincidence, but cause and effect, one of those unique ripples in time. This sudden unpredicted encounter that could never be forgotten, cherished and adored like the taste of sweet honey dripping from our lips.

Be forever gorgeous, immaculate heavenly woman. One day there will be tales not of broken hearts, but true stories of love and friendship that endured through the passing of time and yet through the ages you will still be without wax!!!

Yours truly,
Franklin Peña
2016-07-18 @ 13:49 Hrs