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Falling for Him

I Fall


I heard tell of a man who has eyes as blue as the ocean

when frozen along the shores of the far north.

The tales told of the depth of his voice,

the richness of its tones, and the hunger in its purr.

They did not tell of his laugh; his entrancing smile;

or his soft kisses.

Unshared went stories of how his touch

could leave a body quivering. How, in his hands hearts melt,

and into his arms a body will surrender,

unable to rise again.

Never was I warned of the power he held,

the strength of his soul’s pull—equal to that of the moon—

and so I fell.

I fall.

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