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they say its his eyes
that fool you.

captivating
your anticipations
and expectations
of
him
and spritzing some
doubt
in the path of
assumption

so he can
twist
your perception of
him

and leave you with
tingles and
shivers
and thoughts filled with
sin.

one look at his
green
and he'll
be
what he wants
you to
see.

well at least for me.

he dresses up
plain
with a taste of
selection
that proves
that he's laced with
perfection.

his limbs
assume a role of
discretion;
hidden beneath sleeves
that leave you
to believe
that he's heaven
beneath,
but leads few
to secretly
question
what's hides
underneath.

he proceeds
to capture my attention.

shimmer ; tronnor poem auWhere stories live. Discover now