Soft but enquiring eyes
Turning dark in anger
Gone the next moment
Once again welcoming
Wisdom beyond years
In carefully crafted words
Smooth talking won't get you anywhere boy
But damn do I like to hear it
Soft but demanding hands one would
Abandon themselves to and kisses
Like question marks, trailing down my neck
Hesitant but so tempting
Early but so reassuring
Can I please keep him?
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Poetry
Poetry"I don't like poetry. I don't like reading it, I don't like writing it. I'm not a poet." Copyrights - All rights reserved.
