Untitled - June 22, 2002
It is a hidden moment,
unseen by many
that marks the crossing
of the look of bliss -
a smile of happiness
that soothes the soul,
lighting the eyes from within.
In a cloud of euphoria,
all that is heard
in the afternoon silence
is the subtle pursing
of sweet lips -
glisteningly wet
as a flurry of soft kisses
dot the pale landscape
lazing in the summer sun.
Rising from a hallowed grotto,
drenched with salty sweat,
fierce eyes
rake back and forth
across the path less traveled
to reveal a satisfied smile
changing the meaning
of gorgeous
once more.
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