she likes it when i tell her she's beautiful
im talking body, mind and spirit.
cause that's what beauty really is to me
i can't choose between kissing her chest
or learning about her history
her eyes make me smile almost as much
as when she bites her lip
we danced to sinatra in her kitchen in the moonlight.
shared our souls over pasta
for two nights we connected over two bottles of wine,
two cans of coke, and one batch of brownies
since her body was tired i made love to her mind
her eyes are so kind
she looks at me with them constantly
her head laying next to mine
and im overwhelmed with uphoric bliss,
cause neither of us expected this
sometimes i swear she's too fucking cool to actually exist
i wake up and feel her on my chest
her warmth invigoriating my body
so I give my all to you
and she continues showing me true bliss
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