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It’s the way that you speak to me
The way you walk across a room
Your movements fluid seductively free
The fragrance of your fine perfume Your face, your eyes, all I can see
Your body that of a goddess
Yet in all you’re still so modest Silkiness of your skin so fine
Happy I can claim you’re all mine
Nothing will ever separate us
Forever we’ll always be a pair
Holding hands, walking together
Telling poems to each other
With whispers lighter than feathers
Richer are we than millionaires
About the Creator
Tom Farrow
A retired truck driver writing poetry that rolled around in my head for many years.
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