Its hard to tell if you actually enjoy someone when they're so ******* stunning.
I try to listen, but all I hear is the moisture between her lips,
the breath between her words,
then the elevator ring.
A good-bye
A kiss, an eye squinting smile,
Another kiss, and I walk away with that goofy smile.
But why?
Is it her pulchritude, or because I love to love,
Or have I ever?