Poet's PitStop
Monday, December 17, 2012
Me
His glances that I catch
His stare which penetrates
Eyes wandering
Ignites me.
Sometimes silent
Other times whispered
Softly, firmly
Awakens me.
A sweet caress, a firm grasp
It doesn't matter
Always wanted
Inspires me.
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