The laugh that creeps up
swimming in pools of eyes
twinkling backstrokes,
shine upon
a rosiness thats stares
at beauty with a blush,
slowly sliding down
till lips
they touch,
curled moon crescent
a beacon
with teeth to bare,
as a chuckle escapes
soundfully
filling the air.
Submitted: April 29, 2013
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LyraHydraComa
interesting imagary keep up the good work
Mon, April 29th, 2013 3:44pm