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I trace my finger around her cheek,
Along the square of her jaw,
I marvel at the features I see,
No where is there a flaw.
She smiles that beautiful smile at me,
Her face so shining and fair,
She knows what that does to me,
And gives a flip of her hair.
It is such a delight to enter the night,
With someone who knows you so well,
I try to act like I will put up a fight,
For my honor, but oh what the hell.
I give myself over to earthly delights,
Such as no man should ever deserve,
She looks up and says "Is it alright?",
Then she treats me like an hors d'oeuvre.
She lay in my arms, I hear her breathing,
Our passion has all been spent,
How could I have been so lucky,
To be with her and be so content.
For this is more than a woman here,
This is my life, my love, my all,
I want to keep her ever near,
I will never let her fall.
Copyright 2008 William M. Ward
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