Eyes

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No greater joy did he feel
Than when she said
Those words
And all felt so ethereal.
And when
Her moist lips,
Impeccably tasty,
Brushed against his,
Spreading the charm
Of strawberries lipsticks
They awakened a soul
Dry,
So dry
It seemed
Ever since
The beginning of time.
Finally,
Eyes, wearing
the veil of love
he had always
craved for,
were staring
at his lulled orbs,
Earnestly
Possessively
Yet unimaginably,
Soft.

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