Your gaze enchanted me.
It’s not crystal blue, green or brown.
It was dark, like an endless pit.
The more I look in it, the more I want to see the soul hidden behind those windows.
I slowly pulled you in, to see further but you touched my lips and there I could see.
It was hungry not for a touch but for a desire to be found and loved.
I didn’t want you to close your eyes but I know you were never good with words.
So you let your touch speak for you.
The warmth I got addicted indulging.
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