Kev Smitty

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Joy Is Her Herald

Joy is her herald.
As she passes the threshold,
the trumpets blare.
A blast of warmth banishes the cold,
and her smile lays my soul bare.
As my eyes fall upon her,
a parabola spreads across my face
The ecstasy grows exponentially,
starting slow, but swiftly shooting into space.

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