eyes that hunt hearts
lips that verb love
dreams that haunt thoughts
with lust endowed
your hand in my waist
speaks more than words
and your fingers starts to trace
taking me to new worlds
your nose in my jaws
reach before your kiss
your tongue bruise my soul
wandering great abyss
I am a victim of your manhood
Mr.bachelor of charm
in poets mind
is where you belong
if temptation was a person
that would be you
poem sans your presence
can never stay new
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 9:44 PM UTC
eyes that hunt hearts
lips that verb love
dreams that haunt thoughts
with lust endowed
your hand in my waist
speaks more than words
and your fingers starts to trace
taking me to new worlds
your nose in my jaws
reach before your kiss
your tongue bruise my soul
wandering great abyss
I am a victim of your manhood
Mr.bachelor of charm
in poets mind
is where you belong
if temptation was a person
that would be you
poem sans your presence
can never stay new
so you are the big deal poets are talking about....
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