Her Secret Smile
 I have loved her secret smile,
 and would bury myself inside of it:

 The smell of her hair, the taste of her breath, 
 the thrill of her full warm flesh against mine,
 as I cradle the back of her head in my hands.

 Her body will yawn and her voice will rise,
 and I will beg her to lock me alone,
 and to tell me that she will always love me,
      even if it were only a lie.

 I have loved her secret smile:
 forever and welcoming.