Youe velvet eyes like molten chocolate - I want to drown. Your hair of golden brown so fine, strands drift loose like a halo in the wind. Your hands, fine fingers slender and nimble unlace my mind Your sigh breathes onto my naked brain makes nothing else matter but to hear it again I want to be closer to you, to know more than friendship terrified I'll lose even that.
Reason for writing:
I guess the reason I wrote this is fairly obvious. I started writing poetry when I realised that I couldn'r write music very well, but I wasn't bad at lyrics. And I ended up with this sort of thing. I posted it because I wanted to see what people thought. I'm going to put another of my favourites up as well.
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