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A poem about a woman who captorvated me.

Submitted:Aug 13, 2007    Reads: 102    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

She approaches,

displaying confidence,


I could only look at her eyes,

and stare at this Gorgeous.

I know that we could go to the movies,

and both enjoy wacthing thing blow up,

make rough love,

then go to the gym and box,

but instead....we talked.

It was a hot summer night,

barely lit by street lamps,

as she walked up to me,

her essence carried it's own light.

Her captorvating eyes...that face,

made me feel like I'd give her,

all that is mine.

I though as we talked,

a few times I saw her blush,

and all that is in me turned to mush.

What do you do when your taken,

then meet a woman who is,

more then enough?


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