Entangled by his eyes and how suddenly butterflies would magically appear when he was near ...
Struck like a Mack truck
with no brakes crashing with a 10 foot wall that I had previously built...
My past pains of distrust and lack of appreciation of my tender self fled instantly when he took me surprisingly by his masculine humble energy...
I melted spiritually that not even sex could compare to the soulful connection he had over me...
With the stroke of his hand he inscribed his destiny
I shut my eyes in disbelief....
Whispering, Wondering, could this really be something pure thats just for me
It must be a dream because a fantasy with this much energy is always just a risk of an unrequited reality...
I would like to hear you recite these poems
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