Golden waves that catch the light,
Softly tangled, loose and bright.
Eyes that wander, deep and clear,
Holding mysteries, drawing near.

A gentle look, both calm and bold,
Framed in warmth, like sweet autumn’s gold.
Soft hands that rest, gentle and still,
With warm, tanned skin, a sunlit thrill.

In his gaze, a quiet fire,
A spark of wonder and desire.
The kind of warmth that pulls you close,
Like summer evenings, calm and slow.

He moves as if the world’s his own,
Yet leaves a softness all alone.
And though he walks, unaware,
There’s a charm that lingers in the air.

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