The radiance in her eyes reflects the daylight in heaven. My wife is beautiful.
I gaze into them looking into the heart of her soul. It’s filled with love there.
I look at my reflection in them and see a leader, a King, and everything else God called created me to be. I am her equal.
The contours of her face have been chisel by the delicate hands of angels
Her skin is layered like the smooth surface of infinite oceans. She needs no foundation.
Her eyebrows are arched like the bow and arrow–complimenting the symmetric of her sexy
I lean forward to kiss the bed of her lips: soft, pure and plump. I rest.
Tongues grace each other ever so pleasantly
We pause. We stare. We hold hands. The silence between us heightens our spiritual happening
I kiss her again and step back. Water brushes against the shore of…
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