He called,
And we talked,
Then we walked,
And we had to stop.
His brown eyes,
Made me melt like ice,
Everything seemed so nice,
When his eyes look deep into mine.
His arms around me,
The warmth sent to me,
Felt so right so perfect for me,
I wanted to take him away with me.
My heart throbbing,
My lungs screaming,
Don't stop keep this going,
I want more to keep coming.
My heart skip a beat,
The spark turn to flame,
His presence rooted my feet,
Standing there sharing his fame.
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
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