Naive ........... Prose poem ........ Thought series ....

Her smile was implanted in my mind, a millisecond before the cold tip of her nose 

nuzzled into my neck,

My thoughts was how could someone be so cold on a summer day, 

while the sun still lingered modernly low in the sky?

This woman I held in my arms was a mystery to me,

Her ways, her actions, were far different then mine,

But I endeared the way she felt in my arms,

I lingered to feel the warmth of her breath on my neck flesh,

Yet I knew I wasn't in love, at lease I didn't think so

Back then, I always thought she was the innocent naive person,

Today, I know it was me......

Thoughts series: A random moment of my thoughts captured by my pen...

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