Mikes Moody

January 14, 2010
By idriz21 SILVER, Saranac Lake, New York
idriz21 SILVER, Saranac Lake, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't judge me for who I am, but for what I do."

He was a missing craving taste.
When meeting, his heart sped at a higher pace.
His miscellaneous smell could attract all,
But a particular one was the one to fall.
His touch was seductively romantic as he touched lips,
Then moved down to her curvy hips.
Sounds of wind whistling whispers are heard,
As a red rose appears,
Though he fears his own emotional tears.

The author's comments:
a friend and a girl he likes

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