'its not because of his hair,' she confessed, 'nor his hands or the smirk he frequently has on his lips.'
'its his words,' she said, 'and his eyes.'
'i come undone with the simple mention of my name escaping his mouth,' she smiled at the thought, 'his presence merely turns me on.'
YOU ARE READING
Words of the Forbidden
PoetryIn which a girl falls madly in love with an unexpected candidate. Just small writings and excerpts from a book I may never write.
