Mine. Mine. Mine. All Mine.


There
just there
at the corner of your mouth
you call it a wrinkle
I call it something to lick
I call it something to covet
I call it mine.

There
Just there
at the corner of your eye
you call it crow
I call it a crinkle
I call it sexy
I call it mine.

There
Just there
just under your belly button
that soft place
you call it loose skin
I call it lovely
I call it sensual
I call it mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

All Mine.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

9 thoughts on “Mine. Mine. Mine. All Mine.

  1. That is a really lovely portrait, not only of the man of your dreams but of you as well, it is a kind of very revealing soft self portrait, lovely,

  2. crinkles, are we talkin about men or potato chips. Granted, I have known a few men who were very similar to potato chips… or is that just potato

  3. Hey, I like crinkles! On chips or anything else for that matter! It’s just majorly sexy to have a man smile and those lovely, lovely crinkles wink out. (deep sigh) Lovely, crinkles..I love dimples also! (swoon)

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