Her Smile

There is always something special about someone dear to you, for me it’s my wife’s smile.

There’s not a single part,

Of those lips that part

That I don’t love

Of those Pearly Whites.

It warms her face,

Her cheeks embrace

Those coming signs

Of a glow, ignites.

A comfort in my heart,

From a radiant shine

Buried to mine:

Pleasure overcome:

An abundance, & then some!

Typified it is,

This warmth that exists,

With her breath that quivers;

And stutters & dithers

Arrives in earnest,

Burning this furnace,

That is my heart.

All from…

Those lips that part


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