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Attraction


Those eyes 

See those eyes have the power to hypnotize

those lips

Man those juicy lips melt my soul

Whenever they touch and 

suck on my skin

Those hands

God bless those hands touches every part

 That face

A work of art that continues to be molded

molded inot a beauty that I can't understand

Your body 

sculpted at the hands of our Creator 

definded by every BIG detail

A spirit

that dances around my spirit

Twisting and turning

Tangling together our bond

Our bond is... strange

Strange in a way that I 

feel you, hear you, see you,

ever when I'm not with you

Your mind is full

full of thoughts that lights up my mind

that keeps me intrigued

A mind that draws me in

Your soul has the key to my heart

Full of culture and depth,

I'm lost

at tradition

and yes!

I love you

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