Hometown Boy
His full lips pressed to mine,
our hands together fingers entwind.
Simple pleasures sharing a joke,
laughing til it hurts, wiggling away from his gentle poke.
falling a sleep in his arms,
being helpless to his boyish charms.
When in town he is the first person I want to see,
Knowing there is no other place I'd rather be.
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Grew up in a working class community rich in religion. Strong family ties hard work ethic passed down generation to generation. Honor student, part-time employment,involved in local community work.
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