
Going through my old poems…I remember how sweet this infatuation was
i like the way
you look at me,
when i smile.
the sun basks
on my face
yet it cannot
compare to
your gaze.
i can feel
your eyes lingering,
tasting, learning me
when i shyly
turn away. the
blush hurts–
burns me as desire
stains my skin
like cherries.
Aw! So much love. Lucky one. A bouquet would’ve done the tick. ……Flowers are your weakness…just a hunch 🙂
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Thank you for the follow 😀 and thanks!
Haha, yes. I love flowers to much, I feel like i can always relate to them.
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Those who love nature are kind hearted people. Those who love flowers are…….so full of love? Hmmm yes in your case 🙂
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Haha yes, totally 😀
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