AlleyA Poem by BruceDesire
A slight touch
your hand across mine so covertly in class you flip your chestnut hair from your green eyes smiling gently and genuinely I want to put you over my shoulder and take you to my room place you down gently onto my bed and close the blinds you moan softly as I kiss your neck clothes off in a cinch all of your soft curves become apparent your jade gaze afire I bet she'd taste sweet as sugar but after a year of burning bridges there is nothing left but the daydream
© 2012 Bruce |
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Added on June 22, 2012 Last Updated on June 22, 2012 |

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