Love drenched statements
Tumult acid splashes
Instinct takes hold
Blood rushed veins
Energy spent sweat
Bodies known so well
Cascading curves cull the bull
Eyes large, dark, beautiful
Deliberate blinks,
Crinkle-creased, crow-track tease
Big eyes: tired, seasoned, mistaken
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