Standing there casually,
High enough in checks shirt,
made my twinkling lil eyes,
stop and stare.
Tattoo on a young arm,
Sleeves folded up,
what ingredient else in need?
to make me the north pole
elsewhere he being the south.
Never a one,
had the tinge,the sort,
like my type
The one as this had.
When capturing was rare,
like in 1990's,
My heart gushed to 120,
when he came in front.
The ineffable contentment,
was more than real,
However rare and significant.
Those were the moments, i wished,
for time to pause,
for seconds to convert into hours,
While he had my heart on top.
ESTÁ A LER
Sunsets With Riya
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