Time

Time

A Poem by Mystery Wanderer

I met this girl,

My friends ask me “Does she have nice tits and a*s?”

I don’t respond, when inside,

Inside I’m saying

 

Beauty isn’t defined by such assets; personally my eyes have never veered from hers and her smile. I spend the time fascinated by the way the light hits her eyes creating this sparkle that reminds me of the stars I see up in the sky. I spend the time fascinated by the way her perfect, glistening lips form the most beautiful crescent I’ve ever seen called a smile. I spend the time astonished by the way her hair flows down her shoulders as if she is the structure holding herself up; she is. I spend time; I spend the time to appreciate each and every detail hidden within her flawless complexion, from her smile and her eyes, to her dimples and her freckles. The time I spend isn’t a waste, for it allows me to view who she truly is.

 

© 2015 Mystery Wanderer


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Added on June 8, 2015
Last Updated on November 26, 2015