Her skin is kissed by the sun and her brown glows. Her forehead is big and shiny and she wears it like a crown. Her lips are full and reveal a beautiful smile.
She is fine. She is mine.

Her hair is long and shiny. Tommorow it is a short fro and full of curls and personality. Sometimes her baby hairs dance across her face and sometimes all her hair races backwards toward her bun and she reminds me of a flower. Today her hair is blonde. Next week a different color and so on and so forth. She asks me what I'd like for her to do next and proceeds to do whatever it is she wanted to do anyways. All I know is she is fine and she is mine.

She complains her chest is too small but the perfect sized pillow for my big head. She always smells so good so I need her close. Her stomach has no definition and I like that  because she is so soft and her hugs are warm. But if she ever loses the tummy I'd kiss every ab just the same. Her thighs bust out the rips in her jeans. There are dents on her butt and I run my hands over each cheek as if they are designed for me to get a better grip. I want her to know she is fine and she is mine.

The door opens so fast when let her know I'm coming. She is giving me that smile. It's a distinct kind of smile. When she sees me she smiles bright as if she is relieved. When she sees me she smiles as if her day was incomplete before my arrival. When she sees me she smiles the same way I did when she gave me her number. When she sees me her smile makes me feel like a prized possession of hers. She makes me enjoy being me just a lil bit more. That smile look so good. When she smiles like that she looks so fine. I'm glad she mine.

When I say fine I am not simply referring to her physical traits. I'm talking about her soul, her energy, her character. It is all so damn fine. She is sweet. An infectious type of sweet. The type of sweet that makes People uncomfortable swearing in her presence. The type of sweet that makes kids gravitate towards her. The type of sweet that makes a womanizer see the true value of a good thing. She is supportive. If I'm flipping burgers she makes me feel like I'm the best burger flipper she ever seen. She never speaks on my shortcomings but praises my accomplishments no matter how small they may be. She is motherly. If I'm hungry she solves that problem. If I'm upset she refuses to let me leave that way. If I needed 5 dollars she would give me her last and never ask for it back. I've never said it but I think I love her . She is fine . She is mine.