The way his hair feel on his face
made me want to kiss his lips
His hands on my cheek
felt so soft and warm
I wanted to scream
make the moment freeze
his lips on mine
his hands on my jeans
He looked into my eyes
unburying my soul
his touch bought comfort
his blue eyes were deep
and then nothing in the world
mattered more than him
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