Sometimes, when poets write of love,
we speak of body parts,
but the part of you that I love best
is hidden in your heart.
How can I kiss your kindness?
Caress your thoughtfulness?
That's what I adore the most,
beyond your mounded *******
The fount of understanding
flowing from your lips
is even more attractive
than your shapely waist and hips.
Your ready sense of humor
is very **** too!
You get the joke that others miss--
I love that about you.
While others pant of naked skin
and love that's passion-driven,
we share a secret smile because
our love is baked with leaven.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
Sometimes, when poets write of love,
we speak of body parts,
but the part of you that I love best
is hidden in your heart.
How can I kiss your kindness?
Caress your thoughtfulness?
That's what I adore the most,
beyond your mounded *******
The fount of understanding
flowing from your lips
is even more attractive
than your shapely waist and hips.
Your ready sense of humor
is very **** too!
You get the joke that others miss--
I love that about you.
While others pant of naked skin
and love that's passion-driven,
we share a secret smile because
our love is baked with leaven.
Copyright 2013 Michael S. Simpson
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