Love’s Laughter

She stood before me, dressed in a sheer and delicate fabric,
as the towering trees outside brushed their leaves against the window,
almost tauntingly close.

I sat in my armchair, hands clasped tightly, watching her every move
with a mix of awe and longing.

Her petite feet, like works of art, trembled with pleasure on the floor.
As a stray beam of sunlight danced across her face, it illuminated her smile
and accentuated the curves of her body.

I leaned in and pressed my lips softly against her ankle, And she let out a soft,
musical giggle that filled the room.

Her laugh was like a symphony of sound,

And it made my heart skip a beat.

:: 02.28.2023 ::