the first glance of you caught my attention.
the first word spoken pulled me in.
the first touch of your hand made me quiver.
the first hug from you almost made me sin.
meeting you might mean the death of me.
but being in your presence feels so right.
although all good judgement says stay away,
i wanna be with you all throughout the night.
YOU ARE READING
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒•
Poetryboy, when that love jones comes down, you gon be hurt. like a motha fucka... (a collection of poetry)
