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I think it's in his eyes. . . The piercing deep pools of mystery Some find insanity, I find tranquility. Or maybe in his smile. . . When the mystery eludes it's self His walls come down and you see him clearly. I've found it in his voice. Sweet, deep and smooth. Like the taste of prefectly aged wine. It washes over you. I see it in his thoughts. . . For his mind is his greatest weapon. Speaking words of wisdom that send me reeling in his meanings. Or maybe in his features. . . The perfectly sculpted lines of his face As if perfected by none other than the Gods themselves. Others have seen it in his walk. Smooth like the feel of satin on your skin And confident enough to leave you staring. Speechless. Regardless of the physicality You see. I find individuality That shines through his creativity. His presence washes over me Like ocean waves massage The sand on a warm summers day. I bask in it drunkenly. Finding peace in his mystery and passion in his artistry. See, where those find fear I see actuality And I know all that he can be. Mentally and physically. I immerse myself in the hope he brings to me.
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Jul 15, 2011
Jul 15, 2011 at 2:11 AM UTC
Seeing Him
I think it's in his eyes. . . The piercing deep pools of mystery Some find insanity, I find tranquility. Or maybe in his smile. . . When the mystery eludes it's self His walls come down and you see him clearly. I've found it in his voice. Sweet, deep and smooth. Like the taste of prefectly aged wine. It washes over you. I see it in his thoughts. . . For his mind is his greatest weapon. Speaking words of wisdom that send me reeling in his meanings. Or maybe in his features. . . The perfectly sculpted lines of his face As if perfected by none other than the Gods themselves. Others have seen it in his walk. Smooth like the feel of satin on your skin And confident enough to leave you staring. Speechless. Regardless of the physicality You see. I find individuality That shines through his creativity. His presence washes over me Like ocean waves massage The sand on a warm summers day. I bask in it drunkenly. Finding peace in his mystery and passion in his artistry. See, where those find fear I see actuality And I know all that he can be. Mentally and physically. I immerse myself in the hope he brings to me.
Dedicated to a good friend.
#love#self#inspiration#longing
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ameerah-holliday
29/F/American
Jul 15, 2011
Jul 15, 2011 at 2:11 AM UTC
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