His eyes are most expressive
His laugh- a throbbing bass
His teeth are very pearly
His soul shines through his face
He teases me to write
Then doesn’t want a rhyme
Distracting me with sex
I say- I don’t have time
What’s wrong with you, he says
Your laptop will be dead
If you keep typing nonsense
That pops into your head
He’s resting now serenely
A nice angelic brow
And I so want to kiss it
But cannot stop right now
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