Curves I Desire

Her cheekbones posses the curves my eyes love to lock on.

Like kissing a cloud of zeal and amour my heart lays on when daydreaming of her presence.
Her voluptuous hips have nothing on her cheeks with a little dip in the middle.
That dimple I can only dream to witness,
Ever since she went left,
As I went right after my life drowned underneath an endless drizzle,
Of pain…
Choosing what didn’t think I was nothing,
But,
A waste…

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