He was a dangerous sin
with angelic eyes.
His gaze rids me of logic,
his smile clouds my mind.
His touch lingers on my skin
and our souls light up on fire.
His love makes me want to choose
to be bad for the rest of my life.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
