R.Scott Roakes


You ask what makes you different,
It’s not one thing it’s many that have made me sentient,
The gleam in your eye, the smile on your face,
The way your hair falls and your embrace.
The need to feel your skin on mine,
The way your whole being shines.
The way we sleep,
My desire for you in my arms to keep.
When I hold you I feel you not just with my skin

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