Clean and clear expressions form from those curves
With little encouragement from blood enriched muscle.
Full size lips protect and serve their innocence.
Still, Laughter - the tongue’s first language -
Decorates the frame of such a masculine jaw line.
Tough skin, Dark skin, and Silky textures drape
All kinds of secret joys that lie underneath.
His Beauty is always best marked
Each time his high cheekbones challenge his skin
And reach the surface to highlight the moment
His eyes lift upwards to grace mine
With an intimate greeting
Every morning, noon, and evening.
And I admire the contour; his brow compliments
The slight slope that falls to the left and right
Of his nose, making it possible for dimples –
Those childlike features – to be accentuated,
Even if the lines of Age and Happiness
Have temporarily vanished.
As I stroke his hair from chin to head to nape, my
Toes curl, Muscles loosen, and Body heats up
Because he has revealed to me the hidden pleasures
Known to no one else. And I am more than content
With the honor of being a witness to the most
Memorable, Heart-felt and Genuine Smile.
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