Like a Metaphor poetry contest entry: She had beautiful blue eyes

I wrote this post as an entry into the Like a Metaphor contest. Posted on the @lovejuice page. The topic was speak sexy. Though I know realized I missed the mark. Yet seeing how I wrote it, I'm posting it anyways.
For details visit the contest post.
https://steemit.com/writing/@lovejuice/like-a-metaphor-30-sbd-prize-like-3-stacked-usd10s

She had beautiful blue eyes

She had a body that turned more heads than a chiropractor.
Her looks made the toughest men smile like like a giggling baby on a crowded bus.
When I hung out with her I stood taller then a teenager going to school the day after he lost his virginity.
Whenever I ran into her she would free herself from the googly eyed men surrounding her like pack of dogs waiting for her to throw a the stick.
As she hugged me their eyes pieced my body like a ginsu knives through a row of watermelons.
Yet fate would laugh at me as she was my babysitters daughter, and having shared a tub together as kids i found my m self so incorporated into the friend zone I was the designated coat check.
So when my mom tried to hook me up with her cousin I giggled like a five your old outside of Disneyland.
I figured even if she wasn't a pair of Jordans she had to at least be Nike.
This was when we rocked pagers like a fighter wearing a championship belt.
We talked til the cows came home
She had a voice like a phone sex operator.
She conversed me like a snake charmer and his flute.
After a month of talking I had dug hole deep enough for the foundation of a ten story high rise.
By the time we were ready to meet I had made more promises then a presidential candidate on election day.
I prepared for our meeting like a salesman getting ready to close the deal of a century.
I checked my watch like a new steemian anticipating the results of his first post.
As I waited, i made small talk with an aquantance, suddenly I noticed the wall behind him move like a slow moving freight train.
That's when I heard her voice, like an a favorite tune coming on the radio.
I searched like a parent looking for a parking spot in the mall on Christmas Eve day.
Her voice sounded again like the song of a siren calling me to my doom.
As I looked up my eyes locked gazes with a pair eyes bluer then Caribbean waters.
Yet they were paralyzed with the same fear of a soldier staring at the reflection of his shield after accidentally entering Medusa's den.
My heart sank like a cheating boyfriend who realizes he left his unlocked phone on his in girlfriends bedroom.
Though her eyes sparkled like freshly polished chrome wheels.
Her looks resembled the winning car after a demolition derby.
Her nose like a double jump on a motor cross racing track.
Her jeans resembled a scare crow who's pants were over stuffed and shifted.
My five reservation had turned into an enemy p.o.w. camp.
I finished our blind date like a child forced to eat to eat his veggies.
The next day when my friends gather around like a group of ladies expecting to hear the good news.
I simply said, "she had beautiful blue eyes." With the grin of a super hero who almost saved a building from destruction.