Her beauty reminded him of the moonlight, her eyes twinkling like stars, her laughter: his symphony. His heartbeat synchronized with hers, pumping to the rhythm. When she smiled, the curves of his lips parted into a grin. As her eyes closed, he thought to himself,
Black lingerie and brunette locks: her beauty of a red rose, resembling our devotion to one another, how I yearn to make her mine for an eternity.
~ Taylor-Anne
October 24, 2020.
A/N: his POV.
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My Heart of Desires | 3
PoetryThis is the third poetry book of mine. Welcome to my journey of self-love and finding happiness. These poems ARE mature. Thank you, my dear readers, for reading my poetry. Created & Published: October 6, 2019. #14 in description 2/10/2020. #114...
