She’s laying beside me
Adorned in a grey bathing suit
Her finger running up and down my arm
Like a violinist’s bow
I peer down at her
My head craned to meet her gaze
Staring out at me from behind a shade of hair
I brush it away from the beauty mark on her right cheek
Gently cupping her chin like her favorite instrument
As she smiles
Perfect pitch. Simply perfect.
Thanks, Larry! I’m quite proud of this myself.
You *should* be pleased with yourself. It is magnificent!