Intrigue
The eyes
It always starts in the eyes
You enter the room
Passing by
A slitted gaze through the others
Instant heat
Warm, electrifying
My mind is clouded by you
Who are you
You’re hidden now
I’m distracted
All other matters drop
Front burners of my mind cooking the most perfect of fantasies
Fully satisfying
I see you again
Flushed
...
Sunday 4th December 2022 9:13 pm
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