Her Poem
Her smile
Her eyes
Her lips
Her dimples
Her checks
Her voice
Smooth and chic
The words off her lips fall smoothly for me to hear
Lay press upon my ear
Her insecurities
Her wall made of bricks and cement dried I picked and chiseled
Softly places brick on floor
One by one
Revealing
Her body
Her tongue
Taste sweet to the ear
Yet foul to the feelings
As she swears
Her breath
Makes me breathe
I could fill her dimples with water and float and in the crevices
Share secrets with me
As Andrea said so “I can live the spaces between your teeth and purge myself lean.”
“You drive me crazy. I mean insanely.”
When you don’t text me back my heart skips a beat
Yet not the same way as when you call me
If my heart could glow pink
It would like my face when you call me youngin’
Well darlin’ I’m only as young as you make me
I mean
Spiritually
You make me giggle like a girl
Your smile
Your eyes
Your lips
Your dimples
Your checks
Your voice
Smooth and chic
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