My smile

There's a smile of yours that's stuck in my head. Whenever I think of you, that smiles comes first. It's not a boy's smile, naive, but it's also a boy's smile, naive. An it's the sexiest manifestation I've ever seen in a man. It was in the middle of a kiss, I said something, you smiled, and I saw just a tiny edge of that smile from where I was. Can't forget it. Naive, sexy, naughty. And mine. Because that smile is mine only. I saw it, I kept it, it's mine.