It’s the warmth from the fire
The smoke leaving the room
It’s the sound of wood cracking
And the glare of the moon
It’s the waves crashing on the sand
And the scent of coconut in her hair
It’s the way she lays on my chest
And kisses my neck
It’s her soft lips, gentle and big
And the taste of her lipstick
I find comfort in all of it
Its the way her nose crinkles when she smiles
So subtle and cute
She can’t tell you why
And neither can I
She’s insecure about her smile
And covers her mouth when she laughs
It’s the brown in her eyes
That’s drives me wild
A divine pool of honey
Angelic but mild
I find comfort in her
And It may not be wise
But I can’t help getting lost in her big round eyes
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