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Feb 9
the distance is electric
his sweet brown eyes promising
comfort seduction ecstasy
I can feel his openness like a torrent of ocean wind

the soft lilt of his voice
lounges nakedly across my pillows
his desire is pressed tight to his chest
but I can feel it
the subtle playful turn of moon kissed lips

I hear his mind spinning like a top
possibilities and fears a swirling picture show
but there's no need to fret
my heart is a balanced and nurturing ecosystem

his shyness is innocent
gentlemanly
irresistible
...not long now
Written by
owls at dawn
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   guy scutellaro
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