the scent of your hair
and the softness of it,
the gentle tone of your voice
and the firmness with it,
your captivating bambi eyes
and the twinkle in it,
the plumpness of your lips
and the taste and warmth of it,
gentleness of your hands
and the roughness that comes with it,
and i love how you correct me
and educate me
without making me feel stupid for not knowing about it,
and all that you were,
and all that you are now,
and all that you'll be,
is what i love the most.
i love loving you.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
