Monday, July 28, 2014

All Over

It's the gentle way you move your hands
The roughness of your beard
The strength in your back and arms
That keep my eyes glued here.

It's the smirk and straight white teeth
It's the dark, full head of  wavy hair
It's the way you think and speak 
That's got me going nowhere.

I let it wash all over me
I let it flow inside
I listen it to it when it speaks
And let it blow my mind.

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