Do not blow and then whisper
To my eyes,
My bottom is fourteen light years deeper
Than your closest sun.
Do not talk to my eyes,
It can not bare
The blush,
When you are inside me.
Do not kiss my eyes
Separately,
You already ignited
Wars between them,
Which buzzes your lips first,
And which remains silent.
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