Behind these eyes,
A beast resides.
Hungering lust,
Not a want, a must.
Before these eyes,
A beauty resides.
Beholder of lust,
Giving with trust.
In each others eyes,
We wish to reside.
Submerged in lust,
Drowning in us.
Our Eyes
The magic of reflected love
I’d love to live inside your eyes.
To see the world as you do.
I wonder what you see.
When you look at me?
Is it still a reflection of you?
The hunger that pangs.
The needs with sharp fangs.
I could weave such love.
Within such prose.
A girl with no hymen.
Just lots of wet rhymin’.
I love your lustful eyes.
The ones that see me,
As a special prize.❤️
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