Poem: On Loving Men, Who Love Men

Glass blue eyes
He had the warmest smile,
I adored his mind
Sensitive, unlike mine.

Glass blue eyes
He had the warmest smile,
I adored his mind
Sensitive, unlike mine.
I fancied our kiss
His soft lips
I treasured our talks
A particular one, changed a lot
Of him dreaming of his man
Who’d hold his fragile hands
And take him to a place, devoid of judgement
I would have devoured his feminity in mine
But he didn’t ask for a brutal femme
He only loved his men

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Jasleen Kaur Puri

Hello, I'm a 20 year old graduate in psychology and my hobbies include reading books and writing. Currently I am pursuing my masters in clinical psychology and learning classical music.
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