Their eyes met, not for the last
but the stare was that of love
Blue eyes into blue eyes,
enveloped every sense
Ownership or being owned,
set their pulses racing
Organs set on fire,
hearts aflame with passion
Their hands touched, lips met,
breaths stopped for an instant
Slaves to lust though love was real,
there was no apology.
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