She was watching TV
Sitting at the window
As I walked in the door
I couldn’t miss her
Not the way her eyes focused
In and out
During the commercials
Such a wide smile on her face
Bright lips painted red
When closed loosely touching
Resembling another pair
below her waist
Enveloped in cotton.
I stand helplessly waiting
Staring and hoping
That I would kiss her
The commercials ended and once again
she’s focused
Anxiously breathing I stand by the window
waiting to taste her lips
Hoping to find comfort
In the warmth of her breath.
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