Old Poetry
My name is Timothy
but when spoken on your lips it sounds differently than any other
Your lips must be smoother than butter relaxing like rain
I never knew another to be as graceful or outspoken
Maybe I would like to take a little closer look into your soul
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2016
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