Wanton-Cravings
Monday, 11 April 2022
Your pupils dilate my laughter
A hint of brown
A touch of the darkest black
Like an ocean, under a dome of glass
Your eyelids tickle my cheeks
Meet mid way over your eye balls
Making them gleam and shimmer
Like the break of dawn, in my life
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