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The rizz of that man...
Damn. He springs me every time.
Heatstroke in my heart.
That maverick smile,
his autumn eyes' warm embrace,
smooth as snowfall soft.
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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Comments (1)
Ah, this got me swooning! Loved your poem!