My Man.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 28, 2017

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Submitted: July 28, 2017



My man, with his thick, dark, curling hair, and his emerald eyes that make my body feel like their dancefloor, and his stubbly jaw that rubs me off just the right way, and his symmetric face and his cutting bones that I'll trace forever, and his bruising lips that let out a contagious laugh and his steady breaths that strike a beat to my heart and his ability to take the air out of every room, as soon as he glides right through, and his devilish fingertips that pluck the right notes on me, and his kisses that taste like coffee, and his scent that smells like lemon and home, and his safe grip that chokes back these tears, and his worrying frowns that sink my heart, and his hips to mine that drive me crazy, and his way of always making me weak when he presses me down, and his lazy smile that stretches out and shows his teeth that leave every part of me sensitive, and his voice in the morning, coming out husky and deep, and the way he knows when to ask and when to not, and his eyelashes fluttering down, my man, makes me soul feel fuller, my head feel lighter, and my heart beat to the five words, that maybe, just making maybe, I'm falling in love with you.

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