When your eyes meet my eyes, it
Makes me a woman. I start
To hear whispers of the forest
When the wind blows softly
Caress strands of my hair all
Over my face. Gaze creeps on my
Body like sun as it radiates
Heat that melts clothing bares me
Naked to crave, breathe, gasping
For arms to shelter. When your eyes
Look at me, I soar into heights.
Your look pierces my faculties
It wrings my brains, sucks it empty
And makes me dumb but beautiful.
It grasps my every fiber, drains
the inmost secrets of my being.
It kills me -
For a minute I want to die,
But how can I? My soul is ripped
And now I’m blind?
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