Lips arched
In a half curve
Soft and gentle
Promising nothing but love
You smile your half smile
And everything’s alright again
A whisper of the wind
The promise of morning rain
Baby brown eyes
They twinkle, they shine
Softly oh so softly
When they stare into mine
Honey brown sweet skin
Sunned and gently tanned
From the curl of your neck
To the palm of your hand
With a laughter that does not echo
But tingles across my spine
Music to my ears
To my lips a fine wine
Fingers, soft and curved
Tracings circles on my smile
Steady and calming
All the while
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