Work Text:
Smitten
by sablerose2
sablerose2@sbcglobal.net
Shy brown eye's
That laugh and cry
They hold so many things
Heats and souls
Of those so bold
Shy pink lips
That smile and sneer
Quick to joke
And clear the smoke
From heated dares and stairs
A gentle man with work rough hands
That turn to steel hard bands
When his loved ones are threatened
Dear gods I think I'm SMITTEN