Heartbreaker (Poetic) Poem by Mr. Prince (G.G.)

Dialing his number, you whisper softly in my ear. I hear you loud and clear and feel the warmth of your breath suddenly sending an ice shattering chill straight to my heart. Like an uncaring flower in a tidy little garden, you’re so delicate and beautiful, swaying back and forth in the wind while being admired by you’re gardener and all the other plants around you. I want to take my eyes off you but at the same time I want to pick and take you with me wherever I go. I smell your fragrance on me all the time, the sweet aroma always bringing back the memory of your warm body being pressed against mine, when I held you…Why isn’t my phone ringing?