He moves in mysterious ways.
His intentions to perform, As he had planned.
His hands caress my body, And he stays along for the ride.
Carefully moving around me, Making sure i never know his true intentions.
YOU ARE READING
HIM.
شِعرA collection of poems and thoughts about he who shall not be named. A collection of feelings but in the form of words that we can all understand. A collection of everything in between about HIM.
