Slipping my fingers through his damp,
black and curly hair.
Sigh, what an immaculate view.
Tracing his dark, subtle,
yet bristly beard.
Sigh, what I would give for his kiss.
Staring into his bright,
emerald and soulful eyes.
Sigh, what a wonder to behold.
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Subconscious Mind
PoetryMaybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions...
