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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