Squash

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The ball was in you court

And YES, you squashed it,

One how,

Somehow,

You said it

You’re the man now,

Her dimples embraced the word like the nostrils does breath

She didn’t let them touch the ground,

For her over-exposure might cause frigidness

Her smile is moist

You stand In awe now,

They say beauty is in the beholders eyes

But here,

Beauty equally becomes the beheld

You’re held

You’re cuddled

In the arms,

Of this thing called love

In the arms

Of  love itself