Njoki Njoroge Poet I do not know?

Obsessed

The way you walk in 
The way you look at me 
The way that you talk 
You get through to me 


The way you smile 
The way you hold me 
The way we flirt around 
You get through to me 


The way you touch me 
The way you caress 
The way you coarse me 
You get through to me 


The way you wink slyly 
The way we make it seem real 
The way you make me believe 
You get through to me

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Njeri Hunjeri February 22, 2015 at 2:12 PM Oh Njoki, that's an obsession to be obsessed about:) good one

Neva Romaine February 3, 2015 at 10:28 AM Hey Njoki, what a wonderful expression of your feelings for this one you care so much about. A sweet piece. I love it. Be Blessed, Neva