His dark brown eyes remind me of sweet cinnamon on a cold
New York night
His heavy brown hair shimmered with wings of silver
Strong arms warp about me like a warm blanket of Friendship
Within his hard plains of his chest beats a heart of golden tenderness
At night I ache for my man in casted shadows
His smiles are wickedly sexy as his mischief, brown eyes sparkle before they blink
...suggestively at me!
O how I LOVE IT,
So much attention for me without asking
What heaven am I floating...
So many good time we had
The Future is unclear
Yet I know nothing is
FOREVER
But I like to dream we are
New York night
His heavy brown hair shimmered with wings of silver
Strong arms warp about me like a warm blanket of Friendship
Within his hard plains of his chest beats a heart of golden tenderness
At night I ache for my man in casted shadows
His smiles are wickedly sexy as his mischief, brown eyes sparkle before they blink
...suggestively at me!
O how I LOVE IT,
So much attention for me without asking
What heaven am I floating...
So many good time we had
The Future is unclear
Yet I know nothing is
FOREVER
But I like to dream we are
~October 19, 1998
L. M. Acton
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