Dimitri Belikov (Russian Dhampir) – Obsession Poetry V

How can you be so charming while fuming with rage
I guess your hotness is not kissed by age,

So tall and towering here you stand
Right into my wildest dreams is where you land,

When the wind blows your hair on your face
I swear I lost track of my pace,

Big brown eyes staring back from the sockets
Could send my heart roaring like rockets,

Words are helpless while describing your lips
Plunge it into chocolate and take a few dips,

The temperature seems fine when you’re not around
But you show up and fire surrounds,

Russian never sounded so sweet
Because you tend to turn up the heat,

Dimka, with you I would love to stay
Neglect this cruel world and go somewhere far far away.


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