...to be continued π
Till then tribute to Deed from Deej...
How do I 'love' thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depths of the twinkle in your eyes...
hazel, cinnamon innocence and yet so worldly wise.
I love thee to the end of your short little nose...
your inviting little mouth, a soft bud of a rose.
I love thee to the smoothness of your pearly skin...
all cream and honey, inviting me in. ππ
I love thee to the measure of the lustrous curls...
unruly, silken, tempting my fingers to catch n twirl.
I love thee freely - as the passion in your curves, your full lips...
the arch in your back, the sway in your hips.
I love thee to the blush in your dimpled cheek...
To the music and honey in your voice as you speak.
I love the gurgle of your laughter, a bubbling spring...
reminding me of the cheer that sunlight brings.
And I love thee to the depths of distraction...
To the point where all I can think of is 'action'! π
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