June 1, 2012
By , Laona, WI
It was a cold day, cold as fire,
I was trapped in my desire.
His face was pale, pale as black,
His smile threw me right off track.
His eyes were inviting, like a lock,
Thoughts of him I cannot block.
His hand was rough, rough as cotton,
He will not be soon forgotten.

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