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How soft to touch her pure skin,
Like satin textured smooth, Her eyes the sparkle within, Tormenting with each glance. Oh how I felt when she spoke, A voice of an angle I heard, The way she moved breathtakingly, My heart beat faster and faster. I could hardly believe my luck, When she held my hand that night, Whispering sweet nonsense’s, Of heart felt love and desire. For I had found my dream, Now a reality my of life, Enchanted by her smile I follow, Lead like a puppy a leash. How lucky was I to be the one, To dance in the moon light, Held bye a woman who wants me, But our love was never to be. We had a brief kiss with some passion, Boy a gob smacker that was, Her ambitions soon became plane, When she spoke of another mans name. So now I look back at that time, I don’t mind really it’s fine, I stole that kiss the one on the lips, And keep it forever all mine. By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,004 Vote for this poem
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