Flutters of the eyelids

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,
flutters of the eyelids,
and a smile from her,
and I,
I am in heaven.
And waiting,
waiting happily,
as she runs towards me as if in slow motion,
with her arms outstretched in a gentle motion,
and with her perfume filling the air so delicately and flagrantly,
oh, how wonderful it is,
and how wonderful is she as she runs towards me and her eyes they light up with delight,
and she is poetry in motion,
beautiful and elegant,
and soft and glorious in her physicality,
and tender in her emotions,
and I,
I am happily lost in her
eyes,
lost as if upon an ocean.