It not stealing your breath
It’s you not wanting it back
Its the eyes that sparkle
They plunge me into oblivion
Nothing exists, you and this second
Everything is now a prefect blur
Logic and reality aren’t welcome
Pleasure dances upon the sparks
Sense of heat between us raises
Secrets hide within that smile
My heart skips waiting to see them
I imagine their gossamer stands
Wrapping me tightly in place
Like a bug in the web, waiting
Unsure but pleasantly anxious

Beautiful❤️
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Thank you very much. A motivated piece is easier to write. 🙂
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Indeed it is.
But they come so rare, don’t they?
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Much like thoughts when there are no way to capture them
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Cheers to that 🍻
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Great poem!
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Thank you my dear. I had a few words kicking around but they didn’t want to cooperate. I’m glad it worked out. 🙂
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Yes, it did work out great!
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