Poetry Cafe

If I were to write a little story about the man, it would start a little something like this:

He stood behind the microphone his poetry smooth, his smile opalescent pearls of liquid white gleamed as his eyes caught mine, his magic had caught me. In this moment I knew that this man, this tall dark and handsome was for me as his velvety words rolled off his tongue straight into my heart.

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