Dream Date
Softness,
curves,
a woman.
I reach out,
she takes my hand.
We walk,
we love;
it’s slow,
it’s fast.
In these arms
I am home.
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I wrote this poem before I met anyone I wanted to be with, but now for me it means one woman and one woman only. Too bad I drove her away.
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