the him.
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parrisgoghArt is my reason of life.
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the him.

by parrisgogh

he smelled of expensive cologne,

and wore a sharp suit sharper than the sharpest knife .

his legs were like fire,

walking briskly down the buzzing streets of uptight professionals.

he touched with rough- felt fingers,

with grasps as light as feathers.

words flowed from his lips like a river,

painting thin air with the hot breath of speeches.

the delicious sound of his smooth caramel- like voice,

slurred as if his tongue met wine.

his skin has the soft glow of the moonlight,

casting on the limbs of pure, untouched beauty.

he laughs like the adolescent,

and loves genuinely like a person would for weath.

the him, mysteriously intimidating,

yet has a heart greater than gold.

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parrisgoghArt is my reason of life.
a year agoReply
@shana thank youuu soo muchxxx :)))!

shanaCommabassadorCommunity member
a year agoReply
awww this is so amazing

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
I loved this and ode to a loved one. You had perception beneath the skin. Great poem!!!

pipperjonesI luv music and food, oh and alone time!
a year agoReply
@parrisgogh I see them now! Ok, srry srry 😁

parrisgoghArt is my reason of life.
a year agoReply
@pipperjones lol there are backgrounds!

pipperjonesI luv music and food, oh and alone time!
a year agoReply
I still love it but why no backgrounds? 😯