this boyA Poem by sharmalet me start with the basic point, i am in love to this boy who is barely above his thirteen he is ugly not tall and not even strong and one cannot say he is handsome. yet there is something some magic, some devilry that adds to his flair and chivalry it may be his senses or his mind or it may be his words or actions the sly wit, the coy expressions the silly daring reactions that contribute to the charisma unbeatable clean, rough, rugged with a tiny hint of sweet i desire an intimacy with this creature not possibly in a bed nor do i see us gathering kisses in the cozy lovers embrace yet touching him is remotely possible to remain unknown yet acquainted before the ground swallows me, i have a confession to make to devil who chooses to hear a confusion's so unfair can there be love without a percent of lust? or it may be an infatuation affair for a girl of twelve to love a boy is it really that rare? © 2015 sharma |
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Added on August 9, 2015 Last Updated on August 9, 2015 |