January 2, 2008

His scent, his smell
i think its unforgiveness for males
flowing through the room
while i lean on the wall
half covered face in the darkness
watching him dance from afar
sweat on his forehead
glistening with every move he makes
he messes with your soul
as he stuns you by degrees
his formation, his coordinations
his eyes, like a wave of carmel
his luscious lips so light
his voice, his songs
his rhythm to the beats
that hypnotize you from far away feet
i close my eyes, wishing to feel your touch
he hunts me in my dreams while i sleep
i now we will never be in love

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