Your eyes ogle at me
Like two skies from close-up
And like a huge azure ocean
That swims from your head to my feet,
It paralyses me with the waves
Of your gutsy glances-
They go under my skin
And flow past my flesh and blood
To scan my self... and...then...
You usually win when I close my eyes...
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