Soul to soul.
Gaze came to befriend.
As I drowned in her chocolate sight.
Her dense orb summoned a vortex which consumed my soul.
The light was fading.
Or so I thought.
My body desired to perceive her warmth. My soul enraptured by her beatitude.
Yet she had taken over me.
I was mortified.
Her eyes had bewitched my being. They displayed pain and anger.
Yet they soothe me.
They were fierce and fiery.
Yet they played a soft lullaby.
The sand had stopped flowing in the hourglass.
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Rhapsodic Memoirs
PoesíaA tale of poetry, a pinch of melancholy and a glass of rhapsody.
