Non-Erotic PoetryHis CallA warm bath
front row seat
close parking spot
these things for Isabella
laced in satinette
hope skips on sunshine
dancing through the leaves
carried with melody
to fly through my dreams
halfway in September
waiting for his call
eagerness and grins awake
excitement through the fall
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