Black car.
Your keys jingle in a tantalizing, taunting tune as you step out with careless grace.
Beautiful girl.
You look like you have Christmas and heaven baked into the sweetest of cakes for you everyday and you look like you eat it for breakfast; you eat it slow and smooth with a silver spoon.
My reflection appears to me in the window to my left.
I feel as invisible as the wind flowing through your long hair.