trimble
then the bass
the look of fire
on your face
jazz plays
in the background
eyes gobbling me up
in the foreground
burn sensation
feeling the heat
beauty of flames
looking hot in the streets
possession
of my soul
drawn in by your eyes
taking me whole
how -my sensuality-
your eyes stole?
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Thak the lord Trunami! it's all in the eyes. 10 from liking your style, Tai