Posted in Poetic Driblets

My First Love 

In the midst of the night I once woke up calling her name;

With passion my body had been set aflame.

From her beautiful brown eyes,

Right down to her seductive thighs.

To describe her using mere words would feel like telling lies.

I was taken aback every time I looked at her,

And every time I couldn’t help myself,

I just had to stare.

Well days have gone by and times have changed,

But she’ll always be the first girl to steal my heart

And my heart she still has even though we’re now far apart.

Tee

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Poet |Fiction Writer |Wannabe Comedian |Food lover |African |Zimbwabean

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