Hole Smile
Wiggles and tugs
not a chance for a pull
excited and nervous
soon to be a little less full
relief ne'er a cry
the battle is done
a few crimson drops
freedom is won
filling the night with
enamel fairy tale dreams
magic's released
under down so it seems
with sun sparkling her eyes
on a bed made for a queen
countless treasures arise
and her hole smile is seen
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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