What would you be
Hadn’t you those eyes?
Still, dense amber.
Its magical delight
Weaves over my eyes,
Taking in my hands and
My feet.
Till I am bundled into a glance.
Seething, burning
Softly glowing
Fanning your desires
Your eyes, obey you.
And then, one look ,
Becomes, to me, the infallible truth.
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