Teeth that sit on her lower lip, Dark sacs under her eyes, Black ******* of yellowing *******, A heavy set smile, Slim short fingers, Beautiful fragile feet, A cup packed ***, And tender patches. The disappearing remains of a great battle won Teary glazed eyes. Just the way i like her. I wouldn’t have known these if I didn’t try.
I found a poem on here and decided to write my own version. If you’re the original writer, kindly notify me so I can credit you accordingly. Thank you.