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the touch of your
breath
the back of my
neck
leaves me a little
headspun
out of control
the smile on your
face
the lace on your
skin
leaves me a little
unwound
out of control
*
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Author's Notes: Romantic poem.
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (6)
I only ever say hubba hubba on love poems etc as what else is there really to say.. 😄haha .. I accidentally said hubba Bubba on one of Melissa’s pieces the other day which I suspect might hold another meaning. Actually NO, that is a bubblegum brand in Australia so we are all good! 😅
There's something very young about this, that kind of capacity to be swept away.
This is romantic, and very lovely..... unless someone's getting strangled with the lace, then it's a whole other vibe. But then again. Hmmm. I'll shut up now. Bye.
Whoa, spinning me around Paul!! 🩷
Incredible ! 💌
This poem is lovely! It is short, but the point is made.