Contemplation of a man

I love the unchained melody

that wrestles in your gaze.

Tempting fingers to your back,

I sink into a haze.

The sidewalk gets the sweetest smiles,

your shyness blush away.

(Oh, dear, I typed that secret out

I didn’t mean to say.)

I love the way you pierce

the things that catch your eye

making my pulse go cardiac

( Please, don’t let me die)

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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