Autobiography of a…Face?

 

My smile. It draws people in. From far away I reel them in.

They are captured by my eyes shining bright looking at them.

They look to my lips. They forget my hips.

(Or do they?)

Pressed against me. My hugs are legend. I hold them. Longer than they imagine.

I hold them.

I feel them surrender to my love.

And we smile cheek to cheek eyes closed, we smile.

Flash of memory.

Portrait of a Face…