Different Kind of Real
His words softly spoken,
His lips tickling my ear.
His hair brushing my neck,
his hands gripping my hair.
Is this Love or Lust I feel.
It feels like a different kind of real.
His lips tickling my ear.
His hair brushing my neck,
his hands gripping my hair.
Is this Love or Lust I feel.
It feels like a different kind of real.
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So, this is my first poem I've ever posted. Kind of shitty, I know. I'm not accustom to the form of a poem. Tips and thoughts would be highly appreciated!