Dream Girl

Pretty eyes & pretty smile,
She charms everyone in the room.
Soft & sweet or bold & sassy,
She knows their eyes are on her, too.

Then she turns those eyes to me,
Cheeks go pink & breathing catches.
It takes only that to push her back,
To dark delights & satisfaction.

Flushing skin & pretty thighs,
She surrenders all to me there.
Courageous pet or teasing temptress,
I torment her with tender love and care.

But for now  with all eyes on her,
Blushing cheeks & squirming shy,
She takes the place where she belongs,
In my heart & by my side.

This Man of Mine

I love the way he moves,
With sunlight in his hair,
Sometimes awkward,
Often arrogant,
I read his mood there.

His laughter carries joy,
That rolls and frolics so free.
Foolish and wicked and bright,
Deep and warm with delight,
I love to wrap it around me.

I love the way his eyes shine,
A brown so dark and warm.
With hints of gold,
And sometimes green,
Their depths keep me safe from harm.

He tends my spirit with gentle hands,
And gives me room to shine.
In my weakest times,
In all my glories,
I love this man of mine.