Another Acrostic

Red stilettos clicked down a hallway. It wasn’t

until I walked out of the classroom to see the

beauty with my own eyes that I believed in love.

Everyone in the classroom stopped talking and starred.

Fully aware of what was happening, I left,

and knew better not to follow her but she was

captivating. Pencil skirt, short-sleeve crop top and

I could not keep my eyes off of her swaying hips.

Each click of her heels synchronized with my heartbeat.

No. Rather, I became enveloped in her spell.

Then, when she turned around I was lost in her heat.