Sunday Mornings and Chocolate Cake

It is her smile that makes her
A smile that then lingers in her eyes
It is on her long hair that the waves run
And her cheeks that the lilies bloom

She smells of summer rain and morning dew
Her struts play with the breeze
Her antics while the time away
The neediness in her eyes
The warmth in her brace
It is her, what pleasure is

The sight, smell, taste and sound of her
Sweep the thoughts to that of heaven

Her playful nature
Relieves and cures
Eases and pleases
Like Sunday mornings and chocolate cake



Aida Rahayu Mahmud
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