She entered the room with grace;
With a shy smile, she looks up into his face;
He looks back at her with a big smile;
She immediately blushes, as she hasn’t felt this in a while;
She starts to playfully fiddle;
As he sits on his chair idle;
Her past hurts make her close up;
Though he wants to utter, wisdom tells him to shut up;
The Smile….The Joy….The love…
She looks back at him with a grin;
Nervously he takes a sip from his gin;
Not knowing what puzzles her soul;
He is assured that her heart must have been victim to foul;
He dwells into introspection;
Seeking his own identity through meditation;
Knowing that a solid soul is what she sought;
He digs deep inside to ascertain his strength;
The Smile….The Joy….The love…
He takes from deep inside all his courage;
Despite her roaring flames filled with rage;
He walks toward her;
Even though emotionally she is far;
Invites her to an embrace;
Vice and torture her trace;
Deep inside she yearns for joy;
Yet filled with the fear that she will be his toy;
The Smile….The Joy….The love…
His confidence is bold;
Fulfillment of her fantasies unto her, he sold;
Hesitantly she gives in to his advances;
Moving her hips to his seductive dances;
As they lock with a touch;
She realizes that her dream of love was as such;
That she can be vulnerable with tears;
Even though failed relations are all that she hears;
The Smile….The Joy….The love…
Their souls intertwined;
All past she leaves behind;
As she rests on his chest;
He assures her of his best;
With eyes closed now she rests;
Knowing that he has passed all her tests;
Thoughts of him, makes her heart skip a beat;
Showering her with love, joy is her treat.
This is officially my favorite piece. !!!!!
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