Her

by Glenn Gay   Nov 13, 2019


Her lips glisten like winter ice
Knowing if I kiss her, my lips will be stuck
Her movements are like those of the four winds
With her hips swaying from side to side
Her personality is like the four seasons
Always growing and colorful
Her love is like the Sun to the Earth
Providing the nurturing I need for growth
And, time with her is like that of evolution
Although it passes, I don't even notice

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