Your Gaze
Your gaze, feasting upon my body,
Wakes up colourful butterflies
In my belly
And bids me,
To shed off anything mundane
That clings on to me
Merely to respond to its call!
Your gaze, Muse, so dark and deep
Tilts my balance
And bids my calm composure
To overflow,
Making of me, a cyclone,
Ready to assault a calm lagoon!
In their depths, I solely wish to be
Chilling as freely as would a nymph,
Overjoyed each time
Their flames would rest over my forms,
Thirsty and longing for when
You shall be able to satiate yourself
As carefreely as would an angel in love
With the sins that envelop my purity!
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