Half hidden beneath the legs of your lover.
An unvarnished response is a refreshing breeze that passes over the face and threw my hair.
In though face supported by fingers that tray to pull through closed eyes.
Claims to have been punched into beauty.
The caress of the morning sunlight, too bright for the eyes to face another day.
Pushing through to the light.
Holding back tears or laughter.
Three faces of right facing femininity.
With focus there is never a care.
Happiness in symmetry.