Sweet Smile.
Serene,
tender.
Eyes that capture.
Chestnut brown.
Body,
toned.
Chin,
stubble-grown.
Arms wrap me.
Touch of cotton.
Soft,
protective.
A heartbeat,
belonging only to I.
"Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all."
-Emily Dickinson
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all."
-Emily Dickinson
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