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To Him
She wakes hair tossed and twisted a mess,
To him thats when she looks her best.
She opens her eyes and the sunlight bounces off of them,
sparkling into his,
To him staring into them is bliss.
She smiles and dimples form on her rosey cheeks,
To him that smile makes his knees grow weak.
She kisses him,
lips meeting,
tongues entangled,
her body presses to his,
To him there is no greater feeling than this.
She walks to dress,
hair a flowing tangling mess,
smile lighting the way to the dimples on her face,
as the taste of her kiss lingers on his lips,
he watches her,
To him this is when she looks her best,
a beautiful love thrown mess.
To him thats when she looks her best.
She opens her eyes and the sunlight bounces off of them,
sparkling into his,
To him staring into them is bliss.
She smiles and dimples form on her rosey cheeks,
To him that smile makes his knees grow weak.
She kisses him,
lips meeting,
tongues entangled,
her body presses to his,
To him there is no greater feeling than this.
She walks to dress,
hair a flowing tangling mess,
smile lighting the way to the dimples on her face,
as the taste of her kiss lingers on his lips,
he watches her,
To him this is when she looks her best,
a beautiful love thrown mess.
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