2011 - Day 17

She enters the room
Dark Shades
Reflecting radiant
Black-light aura.
Low cut,
High heels,
Gliding through the mass
Flawless to the beat.
I stop
And stare,
Defenseless
Her poison fills the air.
And then
She smiles-
Deaf to sound
Blind to light
I only feel,
Feel her energy,
Taste her happiness,
Smell her beauty.
An awakening.