Hiram Lee Gonzalez
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She pulls me in with a wave of her hand;
I run my hand along her face.
Her smooth words make me feel like a man;
I live to be in her warm embrace. Her lips can make me feel alive;
She makes my juices flow within.
I've become a slave to bright brown eyes;
I love to touch her creamy skin, And I love to stroke her long black hair.
She walks the way a woman should,
And in her scent I lose my cares;
I've fallen for her like I knew I would.