"I peer beneath messy strands of hair
Gaze hard at eyes that dilate
Then it appears, resurfaces from lines that could never be visible
White hot desire that bites
White hot desire that sits in between"
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Desire
"I peer beneath messy strands of hair
Gaze hard at eyes that dilate
Then it appears, resurfaces from lines that could never be visible
White hot desire that bites
White hot desire that sits in between"