Eyes

Their eyes.

An electric shock runs deep inside me, 

as my eyes reflect into yours, returning

to me the fiery desire you hold within. 

I see you; in one glance I see all of you.

Piping chills, icicles forming, a sensation

you mean always to deliver to me,

portraying your beautiful spirit.

A portal of green, snaked with dark

forests, moving me to your heart.

A comfort that exempts me of 

all strain. Like bathing in sheets

of silk. Truly soothing. Warming.

Chilling.

Your eyes.

The End

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