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The Concrete Poet
Poems
Aug 2019
and boom
i feel her emerald eyes upon me
-or are they?
is it just my hope or the wish that i wait to come true?
if it came true;
what would be my very first words,
my very first move on her?
i know that i would ask her to kindly ignore my tremblin' hands that have waited what seems a lifetime to hold her firmly in my grasp.
because;
her body fits within my firm grip perfectly,
sinfully perfectly.
our lips locked together like a safe that holds millions of dollars in rare jewels.
the contour of our bodies melting into one another
like dark chocolate onto a luscious strawberry
like the finale at a 4th of july fireworks display... ..
i finally enter her
and boom...
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