The whiteness of his body,
the thinness of his lips
and those green eyes ,
that when I see,
just a thought across me,
touch his face
and no lose the control,
the sense, the mind,
stroke his ears,
then slide my hands
in his arms
until his back,
hugging his waist,
feeling his body against mine
and breathing the smell of his hair.
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Autor:
Jhon Carlo (Seudónimo) (
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Good write. Pleasurable reading.
Huga and kisses, soki
Thanks, I'm glad that you like it 😀
Without respecting the languages
the heart overflows
with the whiteness of skin
and green of one pupil
Excellent poem brother
my fraternal greetings
without respecting languages
Thanks for comment, I'm glad that you like it the poem.
^^
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