Blaire was my brown-skinned blueberry
Can’t leave my soul from her body
Lay or tumble while we sleep
I trickle my fingers up her sleeve
She ignores me knowing whats next
My slow hand crawling towards her neck
Nothing can satisfy me better than her touch
I fidget with her soft hair
I love her smile
Blaire was the last piece to my puzzle
I was the key to her secrets
Our feet entangled, its a sign of our deepness
Its sad we must depart
I’ll hug you tight for the last time
So you should say goodbye
While I open my eyes
I wished they never ended
She won’t miss the romance I invented
Blaire what a nice name
I still remember memories of our dreams
6/5/21
2021
12:40AM
About the Creator
Freon Stories and Poems
Poet and aspiring author, Keyon Brown. Check out my YouTube and the poetry I share here. Please like and share my work! Thanks!



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