Something Beautiful

Fresh air filling my lungs, and Sundays on my skin

New flowers, growth and brightness of spring

The smell of fresh cut grass

Water bottles made of glass

That cheesy smile after many long weeks

The love and kindness with which he speaks

A wagging tail and zealous hops to end each day

Warms hugs, and forehead kisses in which to hide away

Like Soft bread, smothered in warm butter

Better than Fresh linen, and spaces free from clutter

His hands on mine, walking on the outside

Keeping up, just matching my stride

Providing Motivation through these sexy moans

Maybe: through my locs, I’ll let him roam

Ye! Jeans that fit both my hips and waist

Hmm.That warm hand caressing my face

Just like getting real cute socks

Or using brand new yoga blocks

An infinite number of blessings

With equally abundant lessons

All to be loved, endured and shared

Before the final test, where no one’s prepared