Poet Introduction My outlook reflects my writing; make haste but don't hurry. I don't think of myself as a poet. Some day I may actually deserve the moniker of "poet" but that day won't be anytime soon.
Not accustomed to the pleasures intrigue was very high you embarked on the encounter not caring about passer-byes Stimulated his desires attire accented the body and curves seeing the light in the eyes triggered all of the nerves The smell of the perfume sparked a fire further that wouldnít dim resolve went out the window deeper he just wanted to swim Unrelenting the want to touch your hand soft in time easy banter leaving the cafe in his head hearing a chime A kiss goodnight in parting heart...
Something in the way she movesĒ no words are really even needed motion is what prompts hope the proximity will be closer
In the reaching of her intended destination suitors are able to focus on details twinkle in the eyes curve of the lips
No need to restate what is so noticeably evident with the physical qualities that lead the hopeful to stare for in the end it is two way street and if she isnít feeling a potential loveís intensity is not going far