Work Text:
The Thought Of You
By SisterWine
He was dark and handsome
Not at all that tall;
his height.
When he talked, walked,
and danced, he was
Simply perfect.
Ocean blue eyes;
The kind the sea
would be envious of.
Pupils so black,
They would make
Obsidian pale.
Hair as soft as satin
Longish and thick;
Handfuls to hold
and twirl
In my fingers.
Hands like worn leather;
But smoothe like
the finest silk.
Fingertips that are
strong and rough
But caressing when
a tear falls.
Hair on his body;
adds a layer of warmth
to his majestic soul.
The body underneath,
a paradise of marble
and muscle.
His lips, I can
never look away
from them.
Pink tongue that
tastes the air,
and me,
is heaven.
During the waking hours,
my refrain lingers on.
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