Wednesday, February 15, 2012

gil puyat

Suave is your curly hair pushed back
The glasses in your eyes glistening
The jaws that define your virility
The ticklish coarseness
Of your three-day-old stubble
The pearl of sweat trickling
Patiently down your neck
Dotting your forehead
As the midday heat scorch upon
The ruckus of the workforce

Suave is your soft side-glance
Your faint

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