She made me feel.
I mean feel feel, I fell so hard for her.
She doesn't know it either,
She is so radiant compared to my dull life.
Her body is so tempting. Sacred. Untouchable.
Her hair flows perfectly over her ears.
The wind gives assistance, causing her hair to cover her eyes slightly.
Her eyes, oh my, don't get me started.
They see my soul, my impure thoughts & she likes having that control over me.
When we lay she doesn't see the affect she has on me.
She doesn't know it.
I don't think she'll ever believe it either.
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Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
