He glances over his shoulder, asking if I really wanted to know. With a lift of an eyebrow, and a curl of his lips, I lay there, shocked yet again. So many things do those brown eyes hold.
What do my eyes hold?
He is beauty, in male form,
without any clauses,
Yet so unsure
"Am I really as beautiful as you say?
I don't know, am I?
Yes to both,
and yes again.
So many things await
those who know the balance
of when to wait
and when to *Fly....