Him
His well-toned arms
Hugs me and sends warmth
His hands placed on my hips
While I -remembering his lucious lips.
His wonderful brown eyes
I'm afraid they might cry,
His hands that perfectly fits mine,
His smiles are the perfect curved line...
He loves cuddles and kisses
These, I misses.
Forgot where I placed these
As of now, I regret and the search won't cease.
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PoetryI wonder, when could I see the real world. When could I see there was no us. When could I see that it was nothing but a puppy love. When could I see that it was just a show. It was just a game everyone enjoyed. It was just a game where I lose him ev...
