His smell was that, of clean male, His eyes a startling blue. With lips so strong, he catches my breath, With a kiss that’s simple and true. My heart he caught, in strong callused hands, My lips purse with a thought. He speaks my name, I nearly swoon, A voice to keep me hot. With strong chiseled arms and legs of steal, He guides me through the crowed. With knowledge on all, big or small, My attention he has found. My eyes can’t seam, to get there fill, How has he trapped me so? My heart, pounding loud in my ears, And doesn’t want to slow. So here we are, seven years later, My stomach still in knots. His smile still sends, my head spinning, his laugh makes my heart stop.
Wolfeona The Wise · Fri Sep 15, 2006 @ 01:20am · 0 Comments |