Eyes, spare me your roving risk
As you scrutinize curves and contours
Dressed in outfits that frisk
The most determined minds on tours.
Eyes, die a profound plight
As you roam around measuring lips
Entertaining a sensual sight
Sampling sense of all manners of hips.
Eyes, leave me alone
To lead a life of prayer
Away from your covert clone
Who metamorphoses into a sentiment sprayer.
Eyes, go away to Hell
To burn in perpetuity
To prevent me from heeding your bell
That earns me no grace gratuity.
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