Frind
Soft lips, but they bite mine
Smooth hands, but they push me around
A delicate voice, but it commands me what to do
Sweet love, but a fiery passion
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PoetryLove is a complicated matter. It hits you at the most random moments. These are some of my encounters with said subject. Every chapter contains my thoughts and feelings on a different person. To keep them anonymous, I gave each of them a nickname...
One. Sweet Love
Frind
Soft lips, but they bite mine
Smooth hands, but they push me around
A delicate voice, but it commands me what to do
Sweet love, but a fiery passion
