in the dark
I see his true colors
the texture of his skin
is outline as the moon
there he is calm
3 am is the time
Where I see the real him
The him I like
As I'm undressing
And let him in
There he is smiling
leaving me feeling in heat- old lover
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surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
the dark
in the dark
I see his true colors
the texture of his skin
is outline as the moon
there he is calm
3 am is the time
Where I see the real him
The him I like
As I'm undressing
And let him in
There he is smiling
leaving me feeling in heat- old lover