He
He's always around making me laugh
Giving me butterflies
I turn hot with embarrassment not because he insults me
but because he's special to me
His black curls tempting me to curl my finger around one
His tan skin so fine I envy it
Sparkling brown eyes shining with depth
His deep voice flattering me to the ground making me feel strange
a feeling I never felt before….
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