THE WAY HE IS By Kathryn Tate Jacoby, www.PoetryPoem.com/poetessktj Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
The way his dark hair
curls up on his collar
And the way he looks
in a white Oxford shirt
The way he smiles
and his blue eyes light up
whenever he looks
deep into mine
The way his hand
stays on my low back
as if to say to the world
"She belongs to me."
The way his honeyed voice
makes my knees weak
with the deep, sexy way
he calls me 'Baby'
The way he listens
and then shares his heart
when we come home at
the end of each day
The way his fingers
caress my hand and
massage my thigh as we
cuddle beside each other
The way he kisses me
when we've been far apart
and then holds me so close
that we meld into one
The simple things he says
The loving things he does
The way he shows that he cares
Makes me grateful he is the one
K. Tate Jacoby
copyright January 23, 2016
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