Every feathery touch of his fingers ignites a knowing feeling of lingering grace.
The look in his eyes sets my heart a blaze. He said he loved my velvety skin, but I see an image of disgrace.
"Hey" he say.His eyes full of admirable essence of love.
His skin was color of doves and soft as clods on winter night. Hair full of hallowing sunrays. Eyes warmed like sky in June.
"Yes, my dove" An strange thick accent full of warmth and passion.
What he says next sets an shock of waves on my very being.
" Te Amo, riena "
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Te Amo | COMING SOON | SNEAK PEAK |
PoetryAngelika is an deeply rooted Afro-Latino who struggles to accept her self in series of life events. Along her journey she finds to love herself and love for herself. Beauty comes in all colors.
