
Originally posted on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION: We met in November; honey eyes through bonfire smoke haze I became bewitched by your gaze, heart beating with adolescent magic. I walked toward the fire and into the flames. I asked the spirits of the night to beg you to take me; in your arms, in your palms,…
via Honey Eyes – Kristiana Reed — My Screaming Twenties
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Amir Holloway aka DatGuy
I am a poet, writer, and self-published author of the new Anthology of poems and erotic shorts stories Sex with Luna.
A big nerd, but hopeless romantic, I have spent most of my time reading while writing poetry and sensual shorts of my daily adventure in life!
Currently, I am working on my first novel Rose Red, Snow White, that's heavily influenced by Zane and Stephen King (My two Favorite authors of all time).
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