Good evening! When I first established a want to write, I began with poetry. It was one of my first developed childhood hobbies. At the request of a good friend and follower tonight, I am going to share a piece of my poetry.
Your hair is ruffled
Thick, brushed back, dark.
Your eyes are focused
Brown, taunting, dark, and lovely
Your skin appears so soft
Tan, rough in spots from work
Beautiful, you sit across from me
The vapor escapes your lungs
And irrational jealousy surfaces
A burning sensation fills my chest
As I wish to touch your lips like that
To caress your skin
Like the smoke from your cigarette
If anything could keep me from you
But God himself
The lengths I would go
To ensure their dismay
Like gravity, you pull me
Down to the depths
Of silent breathless tension
And you observe
Without a word
Your eyes tell me everything
But your lips remain
On reserve
For another day
Deny my knowledge
Forget my quest
You know exactly
What I wanted to say.
But secret truths scream louder
Then the silence we live among
And you and I know
That you are the only one.
Thanks for joining me tonight.
-Dani
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