He steps out of the shower wearing,
Towel around waist, torso bared.
Appreciation in her gaze,
Still lovers in morning’s rays.
He’s shaving at the mirror now, 8:00 am shadow;
Hand caresses his face dear; whiskers bare skin loved so.
She adoringly watches; he does his —
Hair; style enough to say he actually gives;
Because, he matters to her; he’s attractive,
Features cared for; laughs, she’s pensive.
He’s putting on a show for her; pulling up his dark jeans,
Strip show reversed; he stares into her eyes, her dream.
A button up shirt, match his eyes blue,
No suit today; just hers to amuse.
A watch on his wrist; one she bought,
Ring on his finger; him she sought.
There’s a song which was sung, about a ‘sharp dressed man.’
He thinks of it smirking; she grins impressed; his fan.
He’s comfortable; she blinks and stares,
His heart thumps; she likes what he wears.
She likes his bare skin; his heart beat,
She likes his brain; he’s smart, sweet.
He maybe flawed, she loves him still; everyday he —
Steps out of the house; holding her hand and he’s hers.
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