Your green eyes shock my senses
And draw me helplessly near.
Your dancing locks
Run through my fingertips
Like falling black water.
The smell of your raven-hair
Course my veins with life.
As we dance here,
Our hearts become one
And our deepest of souls
Kiss with enthusiasm.
With my hand in yours
And your breath on my neck,
I know what it means to be alive.
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