Musings.., Poetry

She

He loved the way she twirled her hair

The way she bit her lip

He loved the way she looked bemused

When a secret, she let slip

He loved the way she smiled at him

At random, out of the blue

He loved the way she spoke to him

Deep, sincere, and true,

He loved the way she listened

To every word he spoke

He loved the way she always laughed

At every silly joke

He loved the way she worked and strove

To give the best she could

He loved the way she shook it off

As she washed away the mud

He loved the way she kissed him

So softly full of want

He loved the way she lay content

Her pleasure, unafraid to flaunt

He loved the way she drew near toΒ him

Her pleasing happy sigh

He loved the way sheΒ stayed with him

And never said goodbye

Β©paul

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