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Mr.Myseterious


His silver blue eyes

enitce me.

His words so sweet

rolling off his soft lips.

I know barely

nothing of him.

Yet, he pulls me in

with his mystery.

His tall, lean

body so graceful.

He walks with

a strutting confidence

and speaks with

a soft, shameless voice.

He is gorgeous

in the simplest of

words.

With his hand on my

shoulder,

my spine shudders.

And when his silver blue eyes

meet mine.

I smile a smile

of sweet adoration.

A man so mysterious.

A man so gorgeous.

Could never be

mine.

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KatBelle24
<p>It's good:)</p>

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