The hold of a whiskered man
Dazzled by the lighting
of his fancy gaze his
lips blew peace.
i could feel the depth of
his cherry creek eyes with
warm embrace of visible absence.
a review of every word said and
how secured it made me feel.
i know there's no honesty
in a bearded man but I wanna
lay my nest in his palms.
My head feels too clouded to voice the intensity of our match.
look me blue from the
soul and let's cherish
the memories I withhold.
I want to see you fall in love with me too,
I'm too good to be true, I hear I'm the 9th wonder.
this night was made and you were in it.
those words I brewed were a hint to draw closer, I usually say them to ward off people with no yearn for my cute drizzles.
you seemed like a prince with a love for challenge, so i kissed you hoping you'll wake me up from my charade of a sleep.
Copyright © Tonye George | Year Posted 2023
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