The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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What Dreams of Her

@uootem

There is nothing like her arms,
to be in, to be held by...

There is nothing like her eyes,
to see the reflection of myself, to hear unspoken words...

There is nothing like her lips,
to be kissed by, to taste...

There is nothing like her hair,
to inhale the fragrance, to tickle my nose...

There is nothing like her skin,
to feel such softness, to explore with passion...

There is nothing like her love,
to cherish, to find myself, to yearn for its return...

What Dreams of Her
There is nothing like her!