Beauty marks on his skin
Not to mark where is beautiful but
To mark that he is
Beautiful
His lips look soft
Like a pillow I could relax on
To feel his on mine
Everywhere would be
Perfect
The mole on his belly
To kiss it would be a blessing
To touch him would be a blessing
Feel the ridges of his stomach
Like this hills of Chicago
He's like home
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My Love for him in a series of Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote about a boy that I love.
