blue velvet

Every time I see her ihear the song "she wore blue velvet" though blue everything she wore was everything but velvet, modeling her reality to fit her own taste from nail polish on her fingers and toes to those assessories that cling to her breasts and wrists like tropheys,wearing most a confidence that she is capable of anything and sees no limit to anything she wants -- and will in time get it. I already know that long after she is gone the strands of that song will linger in the air where she sits and walks, an eternal tribute to the electricity that I feel each time she comes and goes, a lingering tune that has me even now tempted to ask her to actually wear velvet