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.
{n.j}
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
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.
{n.j}
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