His stares are one of a kind , sending shivers down my spine. His eyes , exotic eyes , I could stare at them all day long. His smile is bright , shines throughout the day tirelessly. His warm big hands with long slender fingers , resting on my arm. Little does he know my heart skips a beat when he does that. He ruffles his messy hair and it falls back into place , catching my attention. His dimples , oh his dimples , they give me chills , they give me butterflies. His touch , gossamer light, only giving me goosebumps. His whispers , oddly attractive and soon my lips curve into a sweet smile. He's cold and yet he's warm towards me , and now I'm intrigued. How could I be so interested in him ?There's something prominent about him that sends wildfires across my body like nothing else.
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Hurricanes of Life
Poetryof short stories and poetries that we write just to satisfy ourselves ; precisely our feelings .
