Eyes like the ocean waves crashing against ancient stone pulling me in further when the tide goes.
Hair like autumn fires vibrant with warmth and comfort kissed with the promise of home.
Freckles gently placed upon his collarbone his own constellations of stars telling stories of the sky.
And finally a burning coal placed beneath my chest, that is where my love resides.
S.G-B
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My Sea Of Poems
PuisiJust some things I work on not professional in any way shape or form, let me know what you think. These poems are quite personal to me and I do warn you things do get a little deep sometimes.
