Her Poem

Her smile Her eyes Her lips Her dimples Her checks Her voice Smooth and chic The words off her lips fall smoothly for me to hear Lay press upon my ear Her insecurities Her wall made of bricks and cement dried I picked and chiseled Softly places brick on floor One by one Revealing Her body Her tongue Taste sweet to the ear Yet foul to the feelings As she swears Her breath Makes me breathe I could fill her dimples with water and float and in the crevices Share secrets with me As Andrea said so “I can live the spaces between your teeth and purge myself lean.” “You drive me crazy. I mean insanely.” When you don’t text me back my heart skips a beat Yet not the same way as when you call me If my heart could glow pink It would like my face when you call me youngin’ Well darlin’ I’m only as young as you make me I mean Spiritually You make me giggle like a girl Your smile Your eyes Your lips Your dimples Your checks Your voice Smooth and chic