So Much, For Love
That tan skin is so perfect with chiseled jaw that cuts like a knife I feel so ugly in front of his put together demeanor that I blush at the thought, out of embarrassment.
We stay like that, silently looking deep within each other’s soul when a soft voice breaks our little bubble, “hi, pretty lady” she says and I look down at her. The small angle is so beautiful, I reach down and pull her plum cheeks and say “hey there princess” her smile widens “you think I’m a princess? Which one do I look like?” she asks with so much enthusiasm my heart swells at her innocence.