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.