Found myself singing the song inside my head,
moving toward the window’s sunlight,
in deep thought of his words too me, instead.
Saying, I was so different,
a wild child, with a sauna’s effected smile,
that could warm any heart
for thousands of miles.
Looking through my reflective souls’,
he spoke so sweet,
of my honey’s gold.
Where, flecks of gray peeked in- taking over,
and resided there.
Holding his heart, to a telepathic stare off,
a spiritual quest, to care.
As my mind revealed needful urgence to purge,
too chime in,
It’s hidden control,
a natural need too add a semi colon, exclamation mark,
a period, too its end.
It’s really how my humble start off went vain, ablibing,
capturing his compliment’s freedom to hang.
“I’m versatility’s hypnotic gestures, filled with every woman’s sweetest story of pleasure.
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