His boyish gaze
His innocent smile
The arrogant tilt of his head
The twinkle in his eye
He sees how he affects me
His smile broadens
He shrugs gently
He reaches out to me
He softly stroke my cheek
He looks deep into my eye
His whisper beckons me closer
His hand upon my shoulder
He urges me closer
He opens his arms
He wraps around me
He holds me forever
He makes me his
He is mine
A private fantasy...
~Shamshaad~
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