I gaze at his mahogany eyes,
Warm and inviting like a campfire,
His sensual stare straying to my lips
Before they lock onto my eyes.
I swallow my nerves
With an awkward chuckle.
"Guess I need two walking poles."
His voice sounds huskier, deeper.
It sets my body on fire.
"I don't mind."
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Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
