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                 it is his wavy hair

                 that i love to run

                  my fingers thru



                  every time that i

                look into his beautiful

                brown eyes i get locked

                  up  into his spell



              i try not to lose my cool

               as  i try not to stare

               at his soft exotic chest



               when he starts to speak

               he makes my knees weak

            

             i take a small little break

            to calm & collect my thoughts



             he ask me if i am all right

              oh my gosh ,he knows that  

             i  am  seceretly diggin him



            

              he wraps his arms around me

           after i come out of the bathroom

          until his smile drives me into to him



  

         i hear his heart skipping beats for me

  

            

            as we share kisses  that lights up

            & sparkle all over the whole room  .



               * this poem is all mine *