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Click hereoh to run my finger down her cheek
to trace her face
burn her essence into tactile memory
whisper secrets
let down my guard
like a boxer about to be sucker punched
let her in to see the real me
not the swollen knuckles
and running mass of scars
but the me that writes poetry
that smells the flowers
exclaims at the power of their scent
the way the trees sway in a breeze
to hold her to my chest
slow dance in the setting sun
drive with
windows down
hand in the air
waiting for the moment
when atmosphere shifts
and the temperature drops enough so you can feel it
I want to carry her over the threshold
place her gently down and caress her earthiness
tease her for hours
stare into the liquid pools of blue that drown
me in their depth as I breathe the scent of heather
and even as she walks away I dare not say
any of this
So I grab a beer and drown my thoughts
breathe a sigh
resigned to lie and pretend
she's just a friend
As I read this & I second the comment " tough guy" romance or romantic :5-ed .
A sensitive, touching and beautiful tribute to more than a friend.
That this is one of your best, Tod. Tough guy romantic, that 2nd stanza absolutely perfect. I would say to him next time go for it!
You could have submitted this into the Erotic section. It had a great buildup without the *happy ending* but sometimes that is the best kind of mind porn.
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