She had headlights where most women have eyes;

Two bright brown orbs dancing with light;

They draw you in, or at least;

They drew me in;

Now her head is lying on my breast;

Her curls rising and falling with every breath I take;

And it occurs to me;

We haven’t had “the talk”;

Is she gay?

Is she bi?

Is she straight, but rethinking that career decision once she ended up on my chest?

And then I realize;

I really don’t care;

As long as those beautiful eyes keep staring up at me from my breast;

She could have five husbands;

It doesn’t matter;

Because, right now;

She’s here with me.

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