still trace
I can
still trace
her face
from memory:
her girlish smile,
the ticklish cleft
above her lip,
her full,
pink, kissable,
lips,
pink, kissable,
lips,
the curve
of her cheeks,
the way her
hair curled
on the side
of her head,
the way her
nose crinkled
when she
smiled
at me,
her sunny,
sandy, soft,
blonde hair
that hung down
around her
smooth,
round,
shoulders,
round,
shoulders,
the dimples that
pulled me
into them,
every,
time,
she smiled.
© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤
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