Allure

Diamond eyes

Slender thighs

Ankles that invite

When heeled

Sweet red lips

Deadly hips

That can turn a boy

To a man

Flowing hair

I can’t bear

You not being mine

For tonight

 

Perfect rear

Tender ear

That accepts whisper

If you’re good

Endless legs

And it begs

My heart to question

My whole life

Tender breasts

My life rests

On the hope that I

May kiss you

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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