When I look at him
I feel my heart race to hear his words
I love when he speaks to me
I can feel every inch of feeling in his voice
Oh, how I long to feel his kiss
I want to feel his lips pressed upon mine
And feel his strength and passion
What does his lips taste like?
What do they feel like?
Are they meant for mine?
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A Midst of Sadness
PoetryThis is a compilation of my poems I've written over the years.
