by Steve Michaels

"I'm average at
best." she says and waits
for me to run.

Laughing, I brush the hair back
from her eyes, press my lips to
her nose, "little kisses" I
whisper and hum
inside my head
happy songs about a
world where a woman
need not fear



Posted on 04/01/2015
Copyright © 2024 Steve Michaels

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