his
lips
capture
mine
and
I
guide
his
hand
toward
my
waist
his
cane
drops
to
the
ground
with a clatter
he
smiles
into
my
lips
and
so
do
I
against
his
I
run
my
fingers
throughout
his
hair
his
black
sunglasses
on
his
face-
I
take
them
off
and
toss
them
gently
like
a
feather
on
a
cushion-
"Hey."
I laugh, "You might be blind. But you have pretty eyes."
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clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
