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Heart To HeartI see him Watching His eyes Devouring his Mental and physical In my mind Wanting him To touch The empty space Deep inside And make me A whole Black butterfly He is simply Divine The way he moves his voice his smile Arousing my Intellectual Sensuality With his True Afrocentric Style Stimulating me With his Spoken words Making my senses Go absurd I know deep Down In my depths That he could Be mine But reality Takes Time So I'll watch You from afar Until we finally Meet Face to face soul to soul And Heart to heart. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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