Hello beautiful – my old friend!
These thoughts of you is a sin –
Those looks from your eyes . . .
I know it will lead to my demise!
It’s the way you carry yourself
Like arranged books on a shelf,
And your hair tossed by the wind
You’re the beginning of my end!
O that smile upon your lips . . .
The perfect curves of your hips –
I have never been here before,
But I’ll love you for evermore!
Hello beautiful – my old friend!
This perfect love story has no end.
Epaphroditus© November 16, 2023
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