| Romance Fiction posted March 25, 2024 |
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One lucky man
His Luck
by Liz Watson
His Luck
She has never felt like this before.Â
One taste of pleasure,
His hazel eyes,
His pierced red hair for his stubble beard,
Of a tattoo of his Irish history,
With a birthday on St. Patrick's gave him luck.
His beloved curious face with his freckles.
She should not touch him with her fear of madness for love.Â
Her eyes are burning with the appearance of his luck.Â
Of his luck of thrones in her fortunate ways.
With his loss of thoughts of his desire,
Melting down her body with his captivating love,
As a paradise of lust for their fondness. Â
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His Luck
She has never felt like this before.Â
One taste of pleasure,
His hazel eyes,
His pierced red hair for his stubble beard,
Of a tattoo of his Irish history,
With a birthday on St. Patrick's gave him luck.
His beloved curious face with his freckles.
She should not touch him with her fear of madness for love.Â
Her eyes are burning with the appearance of his luck.Â
Of his luck of thrones in her fortunate ways.
With his loss of thoughts of his desire,
Melting down her body with his captivating love,
As a paradise of lust for their fondness. Â
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Liz Watson is a survivor of her epilepsy. She loves to write poetry and short stories. Her poetry has been about her emotions of suffering, healing, love, friendship, and family.
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