A poem about online infatuation
Something draws me to the photograph of him, It’s so wrong for me to look, But I do, Over and over again. There is something in the way he is poised, Casual, against the cushions of the sofa. Black jeans, White shirt. It’s the jacket, though, And the buckle on his belt, - Undone. The thrust of his hips, The way his arm reaches overhead, These are where my eye wanders, Over and...Read On
Added: 18 Apr 2013 | Category: Love Poems |
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