Baby Beats The Wave Poem by Alistair Plint

She fills the
bed
perfectly;
almost foetal
with her knee
peeking
from the covers
Her hand resting
on my pillow

There is something
beautiful
in a soul mate;
who just walks
into your space
fitting
like
they
own it

It's a natural beauty
with
a tinge of
sophistication
A touch
of wit
and a pinch
of attitude

There is more beauty
in the way
she fills my bed
than the entire
global
beauty
pageant


And I haven't
even mentioned
her skin
yet


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