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Brenna Dec 2018
what do I see in her?
I see fire,
a passion so deep-rooted and
so strong that it burns anyone who dares
to contradict her
in her I see a blaze of vivid emotions,
intense thoughts,
brilliant words,
and an intelligence so grand that I’m in
utter awe
every touch of hers is heat;
every glance from her gives me a flush
in her I see fire,
for she burns bright as the sun
Brenna Dec 2018
you are ethereal. beauty flows from your crown and washes over me like a tsunami, crashing against my rib cage and drowning my body in your essence. you are the sun; golden, graceful, kind. I cannot help but kneel before you to gaze upon your glow. in a hushed whisper, I rasp an amen.
I wrote this about a month ago. it was the first poem I’ve written in a long time
Brenna Dec 2018
sweet-tea lover,
what a delicate touch
your lips brush against my spine

kiss me, darling
pull me close to you,
sweeten me with your sugar
Brenna Dec 2018
in her eyes I see stars
if I could,
I’d spend hours peering into their depths
and look for constellations

every time our gazes meet,
I search for a shooting star
I make a wish but never tell,
or else it won’t come true

she is like a galaxy
beautiful,
endless,
ethereal

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