The lady smiled.
Teeth of ivory perfection.
Cheeks red as summer roses.
Hair flax like, thick and rippling,
Eyes like sapphires.
Burning sapphires.
She knows you know.
Read her thoughts by the way that she moves.
She is serene, demure.
Endearing.
It shows.
Her love shines as a lantern in the darkest night.
Offers a blanket of compassion, a cuddle without suffocation.
Love without ***.
It all gets too messy.
(C) LIVVI