The way he walks,
with strong proud strides
The way he talks
Turns all the tides
His gentle fingers
And his lips pure bliss
His strong aroma lingers
He uses these to form a kiss
And the softness in his touch
His chest on mine brush in a stream
Sometimes almost is too much
Here I lay, and dream
CITEȘTI
My poem diary
PoezieA handful of poems about me and things that have happened to me. I love poetry :) if you want to talk to me, message me on inbox or comment. <3 hope you all enjoy :D
