Blue Eyes.

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Blue eyes as thick as ice,
Skin scented of pine and spice,
His touch sends me to a place of haven,
His smile takes away the pain of a day most graven.
In the most articulate way,
He wraps his arms around me in a manner that makes me yearn to stay,
His hands on my hips,
Lips together in a desperate lock,
Sending waves of pleasure through my body in a wild shock.
When his breath tickles the back of my neck,
My body trembles with desire,
I feel that burning, lust-filled fire.
His body sparking with mine,
The heat of need in the air,
Feeling as if there's no such thing as a worry or a care,
At him I can't help but stare.
That feeling of desperation,
To make love until and even after,
Our bodies are covered in a sheen layer of perspiration,
To mesh our bodies completely together,
To withhold, love, and care for him forever.

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