Human Being

I can see in her frame she is a human being. I can finally see her spine and the muscles of her back that make up her unique shape. She sits naked on my bare stomach and has the sweetest demeanor and smile. She is a Magnum Opus. I can see in her face she is a human being who can win me with a word or incoherent babbling. At night she beams, she is a fine human being who sends me into fits of laughter and fits of love with one word, with one look. At night she is in need, she is my fine human being in need of love, who isn’t? Her soft face is framed with beautiful hair. She is little and human, my fine human being.