The sweet intensity of his touch.
The warm nicotine taste of his lips.
Brings on more of the longing desire.
For that one simple kiss.
Hands of gold.
Hugs of steel.
He has me trapt in a dream.
But yet it's ever so real.
As I fall faster and faster.
Into those misunderstood dark brown eyes.
This longing desire.
Grows even stronger over time.
Author notes
This is a Part 2 ....you shoudl check out part one....LoL. Peace. Let me know if you like it.
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loved it!
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And I wasn't dissappointed, both parts of this poem are good, I like it, keep up the good poetry!
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