Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Yet of hope

I don't 
Even know you 
Yet 
A yet filled with hope 
The way the hairs on your face connect 
Arouse me 
Yet the youthfulness of your smirk 
Calms me 
I don't 
Even know you 
Yet 
A yet filled with hope 
But this image I've created of you 
From you voice 
To your touch 
To the way you look at me 
I feel like I do know you 
The way the hairs on you chest connect 
It's a pattern aligned like a road 
To me 
Perfectly made for you 
To balance out the smoothness of your skin 
A little edge 
A road less traveled 
To make you more of a man 
Signs of maturity 
I want you to mature inside of me 
And I don't even know you 
Yet 

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