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Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac

Eyes like the devil

I knew would destroy me

Voice like velvet

I knew would make me slip

Hair a jumbled mess

Don’t know if I am blessed

An innocent look that lurks

Almost hid the devilish smirk

Rugged beard

Tough to tame

Was his heart

Too tough to claim?

Glasses covered his eyes

But nothing was hidden

Could he look into my soul

Like I could unbidden?

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A writer and editor by profession, I am a nyctophilliac :)

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