I'll be the judge of those eyes.
More so the color in them.
Like pavement covered in magic.
The clay shaped sculpture of your feet.
Step by step in the ground.
Just a quick glance....
And see how your movements
Trace me.
Speak to me in whispers.
Your psychological warfare
Goes against all the rules.
My appetite for you is enormous.
As in absurd concepts.
Although I'm not much of a traveller.
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