LOVE SMILES
My beauty enhances
when he is around
Very rarely a smile
on my face is found
I naughtily move,
wild and ungroomed
One slight look of his
and all that
gets broomed
Not that,
I do rush
to get things
in order
His eyes
does it better
than all creams
and powders
A tug at my locks
then a slide
on my cheeks
His eyes paints
those blush-on
and blood on my lips
That come hither
look
when smiles
on his face
Wild thoughts
and my worries
run out
with no trace
His love
is my need
his love
is my greed
He knows it,
and we from,
rest desires
get freed
I wait for that touch,
I wait for those eyes
He,
true love of mine
and he is my smile.
©sunita grover raina2022
India
06/02/22
Photo credit to the owner
