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Jan 2018
It’s the eyes, I know
That are drawing me in
Pale amber jewels held
Up to the sun
Light, not reflecting
But radiating
From somewhere deep
Within

My own eyes trail
Downwards, traveling
The contours
The angles and curves of
Your face
My fingertips twitching
Longing to feel
For themselves, the contrast
Of rough stubble
On smooth skin

You smile
Lips stretching
Cheeks curving
Teeth flashing
Melting me
Down
Into a puddle of
Longing, at your feet

Your voice, so
Soothing, so steady
Like strong arms
Wrapping around
My body
I lean into the
Embrace
Of your words

My face grows hot
My eyes flitting away
Afraid
They’ll show you
The truth
Taking a breath, I speak
To the floor
But you answer me
Just the same

I look without looking
My eyes sliding
Sideways
To watch as you walk
Away, graceful
You stride, rhythm
In your steps
I sigh, hoping nobody
Sees

I want you
So badly
I ache
For your touch
The words burst
Through my chest
Getting caught
In my throat
As I bite on my
Tongue, so hard
That it bleeds
While I silently turn
Away
Written by
Kestrel Blythe
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       Lior Gavra and Jamadhi Verse
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