51. That Beautiful woman

She smelled romance
Her eyes were dope
Her arrival was a bittersweet pain
Glossy copper entangled hair
Angel in the eye
Devil in that hair
Tried not to, but did stare
He died, when again met their eyes
She looked through him every
time,
Electrified by her look,
Ended unquenched even this time

Awaiting the next, in the memory of the last
That beautiful woman
that beautiful meet....