A poem about a former lover.
I look at you, I feel so strong; how could my lust, be so wrong? I see you move, right close to me; I want to melt, when you dance and swing. you come to me, I stretch my arms; I feel your body, oh so warm. I feel your breasts, press into me; your blue eyes shine, and me they see. I feel your lips, upon my neck; I shudder, but, my passion’s checked. come to me, I pull...Read On