Imagination No.1 - Poem by Andes Honison
Grabbed my waist, saw through my mind,
it was him who held my chin and kissed me hard.
Silence in the air, and frozen the time.
(He) Held my waist, I held my breath,
awaiting for his second shot.
His eyes were shimmering;
he smelled ravishingly;
his face looked true;
I’d fallen into that extravagant mood.
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