Fatal Attraction
Brushing strands of hair gently off my shoulder
with fiery blue eyes,
as are his.
Drawn in I lay scarlet;
- pleased by the tongue in his cheek.
Copyright © Lezel Van Den Berg | Year Posted 2015
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