Astro-Nut 👨🏽‍🚀

Cracking the door to the sound of Stiletto Heels ,

Relating to the feeling of the day is done- So surreal.

Not focusing but reading between the lines to the understanding,

A hard day is behind and searching for a soft landing.

Cliticky-Clack the sounds resonates as reverb on non-listening walls,

The sound draws closer like symbolism of doors or makeshift stalls.

Curiosity fills the mind of what drives her to achieve,

Is it the social status the power or the satisfaction of being able to breathe.

Meticulous detail and love of expensive accessories and fashion-savvy attire, Not a strand of hair out of place to wrap this gift made sheerly to inspire.

She walks with a confidence that matches her stride,

Majestic but calculated sense of liquid courage derived.

Side to side her hips moved with a calculated cadence,

Matched only to a curvaceous body that demanded attentive presence.

Flesh tone and teal glasses encompassing a high-cheek bone face, Magnifying majestic piercing hazel eyes, with a dash of chestnut, with an inviting yet reserved embrace.

Gucci bag in one hand and small grocery bag and baguette with a bottle of wine, This woman is in charge and blessed with pure curves and sophistication divine.

Door now closed and a virtuoso of simplistic jazz resonating against the walls, Such a sign of distinction with Ella Fitzgerald as the primary relaxation embossed protocol.

Multicultural sophisticated and down to earth but whimsical disposition, Simplicity of conviction and passionate, but well versed but no stranger to affliction.

Pain can be seen with a keen eye of kindred hearts able to penetrate through the facade, But smartly displaced charade in a pre-meditated well-rehearsed but hidden expression, no probable cause.

Stranger in 4C