Adrian,
Mexican boy with the aura of innocence
Seems like someone to take home
Easily pulls off cute in all-black outfits
Don't be fooled,the book is nothing like the cover
Behind that black ratty sweater that I love so much, is a naughty naughty boy
Behind closed doors you're a whole other person
All the dirty talking
Late night, midnight and early morning tricking
Too tall for seventy minus one yet
Advocate for oxygen optional options
Evoking thoughts that can't be put in words
We'll settle for screams and cries, shaky legs and trembles, thumps of the headboard and bliss
~RC
YOU ARE READING
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PoésieLost letters Not because I was trying to find my way to you. Not because we were worlds apart. Not because I was in love with you. Because not. Because you were my muse. Because you were perfect this way, away.
