Intrigue in Denim

Intrigue in Denim

She was intrigue dressed in denim with a whisper of leather.  The delicate strength in her  voice confirmed she wore lace underneath. A loveliness more than mere surface trimming.  Beauty created from the sparkle of diamonds and wisteria petals found deep in her soul.  You dare not gaze directly at her, it would be like staring into the Sun. Yes, there was a double edged darkness in the Aura surrounding the elegant hue of her allure. Like the fluff of feathers disguising the perilous talons of an Owl. The “B”  string on a guitar I couldn’t quite tune no matter how I twisted the note. She will forever be a vision containing a piece of every woman I’ve ever loved and every woman I would never know. 

She was “Intrigue in Denim”.