Non-Erotic PoetryToo OldEverything that she thinks is hot
I’m not.
Things that she thinks look sexy or cute
Don’t suit.
She’ll start a fire or freeze me with the tone of her voice,
her choice.
In my dreams we walk, talk, and love, care, share, and hold,
too old.
I’ll never see that look in her beautiful eyes
Deep sighs.
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