Red Stop Sign In A Blue Dress...

I, ahem..I have this, crush..she's rather close, rather far..beautiful to my taste. But like many things..too much of her on my tongue mayyyyy just..get me sick. I love her distance. I love her shape. I love her mind the most. Or should I say im in love with this these things. It's hard to stop thinking about her, especially when writing. In a woman, she represents this, awesome, Power, that a business woman, or a CEO should have. But she dresses regular, doesn't show out her outfits, doesn't even wear much make up. Her hair is always did nice though.
But I think, it's the lips she has. No no no, not those. I mean the lips on her face. These lips release the words that make me sit, listen to, hear. I feel like "Woody Harrelson in White Men Can't Jump." I listen to what she says, but I can't hear it. Her presence over takes everything. Her image and aura shine brighter than I would if I were really a piece of jewelry. And her voice is so serene. Like a mother before she's a mother. Not to mention her sense of humor. Also one of the many things that attracts me to her. She'll look at me sometimes, sitting in my chair, in my "Don-Vito-like" position, and say "Why you so serious and quiet?" And I always wanna respond with something smart. But it's like the cartoon where someone is holding someone elses tongue. I wanna reply and say: "It's you sexy," you know, somethin real Max Julien like, but she stops all that. She might as well be a Red Stop Sign In a Blue Dress. One day however, I'll break through, and put a smile on her face to reveal them pearls behind them pursy lips of hers. And I can't wait, because I know that smile will be mind..All. Mine.