mitch has not written any poems yet.
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The smell of that perfume on her skin, the way her smile beckons me in. |
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Every time she smiles at me I think of all that we could be. And in my mind I paint the scene and dream a pleasant lover's dream. |
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It's that twinkle in her eye, the pureness of her skin, the warmness of her smile that invites me in. |