His arm freckles caught my eye
His muscles had me contemplating the meaning of perfect
He had a smile that couldn't have been more honest
When he spoke his eyes locked on mine
His body turned to face me
We spoke for hours yet I somehow left feeling emptier than when I came
I sat and reflected for days and days
In the end I only came to one conclusion
I wanted him
All of him
Every tiny hidden piece of him
The raw honest (Insert name)
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Decisions
PoetryPoems that I wrote to briefly describe the many decisions we all may or may not make in this cold world.
