I lean in, giving her the lightest
feathery kiss…barely touching
her crimson lips parting
taste peach on her tongue tip
delectable and sweet…savory passion
I tell her; how deeply my love flows
how my heart so gratefully contains
what dwells throughout my spirit
…her love so rare
…she shines in me, the spirituality
…she is to me
She reaches for and caresses my cheek
Her brown eyes express to my soul
…the quiet whispers of her glare
Our embrace, our heart symphony
our rhythm, drumming ageless within
…we are both trembling…
as love swells and swoons in soft cascades
washing over and elating
…melodic, bright, strong and infinite
A single tear sparkles in her eye and
…I sigh, the sigh of a man…happy*
Jon` B. Crenshaw
Happiness
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