He was not looking through it;
Where beautiful poets meet
It was not covered with heat
The touch of your soft bare feet
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From Hippocrene
PoesíaCollection's of poems and sonnets~ [DISTRIBUTING, COPYING AND PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME] No hates.
Appreciate
He was not looking through it;
Where beautiful poets meet
It was not covered with heat
The touch of your soft bare feet
