( I never really write about men seeing as I'm 'ahUh' so here's me attempting to be sub )
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His eyes scathing me with a gaze
So familiar
His lips leaving small marks of his love
Upon spots of sensitivity
My hands magnetised
Leaving sparks upon his body
He held me close to his chest
Where I felt his power
His heart.
Wrapping me in his warm
Embrace.
I found that if I leave
He would come running
With his blonde mop
And cherry cheeks
With a sweet cinnamon smile
However faraway,
He would come chasing
So, I love him
For no one had ever
Spent so much time on me
That even I
Would love me for how he describes
My heart and soul.
He's a charmer.
An complete and utter idiot
To love a women like me
And to love a love strongly
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