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The Photograph.
Your eyes, Oh the liquid depths
Those eyes hold.
They rush like a dark river,
Crashing through the rocks of my brain
Cutting a path to my soul.
They draw me in and drown me
In a breathless embrace.
My finger traces the contours
Of your face.
Heart-slicing want, boils in their tips,
Needing, desperate, to feel the skin beneath.
They play across your lips,
Those cruelly enticing lips
Stealing all breath from me.
Setting my senses aflame,
My lips moving in silent response
To the Message received at passions core.
