Her

She stood in the doorway,

Simple, white material,

Scantily draped.

A smile,

Mischievous smirk.

Deep blue eyes,

A sea of want and love.

Her.

More than just another she.

The one.

Her.

Her love.

Her curves.

Her essence.

Her spirit encompasses all.

Her caress is love.

She glides, barefoot,

To me.

An angel in white.

A love, pure.

Her.

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