He was soft,
like the scent of spring when meets with the wind,
like the fall of a leaf that rests in its descent.
He was soft —
like the scent of spring meeting the wind,
like the fall of a leaf resting in descent.
Strong,
like the gallop of a horse in its wild nature /wildness
or the coffee running/rushing through your veins speeding up the heartbeat…
Green ocean eyes,
Come shape my waist while I run (my fingers) over your shoulders the galaxy portrayed in your back.
I feel your calm heart;
Intense,
pleasant,
warm.
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