him. those beautiful brown eyes that are sure to be my demise. him. those crazy curls and the way I always blush when he calls me his girl. him. his hands, the way they roam over my body like an unexplored land. him. the way his voice puts me at ease, and certain phrases make my mind freeze. him. the way he makes me feel, I suddenly believe in something never thought was real. him. his kiss and the way it tastes, and how we never let a moment go to waste. it's him over and over again.
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Poésiehey! I'm not claiming to be a professional writer by any means, but I write poetry sometimes, and I think they're really something. all of these are written by me, so please, if you don't like them, just scroll as I write about very serious, very im...
