Man Of My Dreams

He got this black hair
a brown pair of eyes
with a nice smile on the lips
He captured my attention.

he spoke in a hoarse voice
that everyone would love to listen
I heard the way he talk
It goes with such sensation.

He delivered words intelligently
and move his hands with dignity
I felt him tracin my cheeks
and the warm touch of his breath.

he laugh on a lovely tone
It seems like music to my ears,
my eyes traveled his reflection
he is the master of perfection.

He is trap on a strong body
with a handsome face to stare
he is the man of my dreams,
so sad...he was just a dream.

by resley dela

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