a face composed
forehead almost
set in a frown,
set for those
who are passing by..
but oh the changes
when his defenses
are down.
a look of a lover
and then a caring
sensitive clown.
his eyes tiny shards of crystal
so very beautiful to see.
start a twinkling
and a darkening
when passionately
staring so deeply
at me.
the tenderness
of a plums sweet flesh
are his tentative
then firmly,
kissing lips.
the fluttering
of a butterfly's wings
his caressing
seeking
fingertips...
yes I love him...
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