Lips...and eyes...55 words

   Handsome hands  
encircled the cup -
then pushed back his 
tweed hat,
revealing 
thick salt and peppery 
brows;
his sculpted lips 
sipped coffee, 
moistening his silver mustache -
 when "fine lovemaking" 
came to mind
His jaw tightened -
 my body 
flushed 
creamy crimson
Our eyes locked, 
conveying 
"soul mate";
I knew I was going to 
marry him
someday

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