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    HIM

    His smile as he greets me , makes me feel like a kid.

    His voice on the phone makes me smile even though he can not see it.

    Talking to him makes me feel important, he actually cares what I have to say.

    His family greeted her with love and kindness.

    His knee touching mine under the table sends shivers up my spine.

    His deep voice and weathered face  warms my lovebox.

    I think of him , day in and day out.

    Id love to feel him pulsate inside of me.

    Flesh to Flesh, sweat dripping from both heaving bodies.

    Will he be mine in a year or two I ask?

    My heart says yes, my head says I dont know.

    But for now to lie in his strong arms and kiss all night long would make me feel ten feet tall!

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    wickedink’s Poems (23)

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    Christmas Tears 1
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    Getting OLD 2
    HIM 1
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    Done 0
    Sounds 0
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    Are You There? 0
    The 13 years of his life 1
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    Gone 2
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    The Decade Dance 0
    Cold Winds 0
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