Intruder
Who is the man intruding my dreams?
Why can't I get him outta my head?
With his cunning smile and chocolate eyes,
Beautiful bronze skin and hair black as night,
His confindent posture and long stride.
The way he looks at me,
Have I known him all my life?
His voice making my insides melt,
I could close my eyes, listen all day, be held.
Who is he? Why do I feel these things?
Even if I don't know him, he knows me.
Always with me even he's uncomfortable,
Always watching for something like danger
And always knowing what to say. So lovable.
I called him Angel. He's more of a Protector.
My Protector. :) My Guardian Angel to be exact,
No true name to be given or be had.
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