Jaws drop, eyes pause, psst. psst. could heard be uttered,
call the cops my voice has gone missing,
Should I make a call or Just keep my distance?
Is she from here or just for a visit?
hands sweating, scratching, to say Hi surely I'll stutter.
Gravity in space, yet Venus on Earth,
Her hair follows the wind as thought of her runs through my mind.
The way she does her hair, The way she rolls her eyes
Grandma's cooking so sweet, The red of her cherry lips, the nutrients of her lipstick, pondering & wondering feeling my cheeks.
Please accept this invitation
Don't give a disappointment injection, surely her beauty is an addiction.
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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