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A look...

She looked at me...
With her eyes...
Since morning...
And between her lips...
A lot of words...
With the sparkle of her eyes...
As if it were...
The most wonderful letters...
For a poem...
To start with it...
This morning...
Beginning from...
Those looks...
Which...
Provoked the sea of ​​my pen...
To respond to her...
With admiration...
And the temptation of words...
To that sparkle...
From her eyes...
Which...
Took my lips...
Since this morning...
To be the whole day...
In every poem I write...
Until the evening comes...
To ignite the candles of my feelings ...
To be ...
And her looks...
A novel for my dream...
In my sleep ...

Good morning...

Hazem...
Kewayne Wadley Mar 2019
When you look at me
I can't help but think, how much
I want to bite you
Kewayne Wadley Sep 2017
In the depth of her eye there is a city that begs to be explored.
A spark of curiosity hidden beneath the patter of millions of feet.

The journey of how one step, leads into a million thoughts.
Each person a developing personality all of her own.
Time has no meaning here.
There is no swiftness, no haste where anyone has a deadline to meet.
A specific place to be.

The pounding of feet hitting the pavement.

The sound of her heart.

With lips soft and gentle.

It goes unseen.

This city that hides in the spark of her eye.

This gleam of  light flickering in the skyline.

The view is just amazing.

There is never a wrong time to come out and enjoy the view.

The people here are amazing.

They always welcome me with a warm smile and a place to sit.

A metropolis full of fashion, living and breathing.

What I love most.

Is that I always feel like I am at home.

Whenever I stop by for a visit

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