I open my eyes and see
your cheeks flushed
your eyes sparkling
your grin extended
your arms around my waist and mine around your neck
Maybe I'm hallucinating, but I see/feel/smell your affection
I see happiness, real happiness
Yet, closing my eyes I see
the girls you had been/flirted/danced with
all with the same look of the same desire
and then hope turns to fear
Maybe I'm just one of many.
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
ПоэзияWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
