I Am a Lucky Man

So sweetly, as she descended the stairs I turned at the perfect moment to see her beauty. Nothing to anyone else’s eyes, but to mine, she is perfection. She came down, just wearing everyday clothes, but, it was the way she carried herself that made me stop, breathe a heavier breath and smile. She does that to me often, for her heart outshines the sun. Her glow outdoes the moon’s. Her smile, far out smiles that of the Mona Lisa. My own personal masterpiece, only not made of canvas. She is made of sweet smelling, soft and desirable skin, my everything.