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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (oh, mercy ... ) amazing eye whites, perfect and pure as glacial ice - they draw me in, like diving into a clear Caribbean lagoon, fluid and cool ... brown iris so dark in contrast, that they're lost in the inky black of pupil, but striped here-and-there with gold flashes that shear the dark, like streaks of yellow orchid on the back of a jaguar, residue left from a jungle pursuit ... (fast - bright - dazzling!) the softness of the single lid, so warm, like the plush of a blanket ... as oriental as the cap of snow that winks its way over the slopes of Fuji in Autumn ... at their supple edges, the most delicate and diaphanous of lashes, wispy black feathers that flutter like the wings of a lunar moth, drawn to the warm blue light of the moon ... (rare - slender - gossamer!) lashes that quicken the thrum of a heart with each batting, and frame the most enigmatic and mysterious objects that a gentle, beautiful face could ever hope to brighten - coy and abashed ... porcelain skin, soft as the breath of a hummingbird, painted by the hand of sublime Creation - an opalescence as flawless as the giggle of a child, and as divine as lotus blooms skipping on a spring mistral ... (lithe - lustrous - seductive!) hair blacker than the void, with a hint of blue lustre found so rarely in nature - perhaps in the mane of an Arabian stallion, or the iridescent skin of an Ethiopian - misty and tenebrous ... with a shine and depth almost magical, and a texture that invites the digits to explore its depths and lengths, parting bangs, gently raking through to the back of the head, sweeping to bare shoulders, sifting down the back and further ... (smooth - contoured - electric!) so long and straight and sinuous, flowing like a waterfall of inky dark silk, liquid tresses splashing playfully off the curve of your back, accentuating those limpid surfaces - molten and libidinous ... I have dreamed you a thousand times, and a thousand more, I have imagined the starlight dusk alighting on your form like fireflies, the sparkle in the expanse of your eyes like moonbeams peeking through the willows, as they waltz to the music of the wind ... (vivid - fluent - gleaming!) oh, how the dance of your eyes shames all else - the willows in their most soulful weeping, can not measure to the allurement of your gaze ... the twilight heavens in their deepest dreams, are but sad distraction to the wonder of your aspect, intense and burnished ... the near incomparable glisten of the moon, even in its most perfect ascent, will never hold equality or rite to the enchantment of you ... (catching - holding!) the precise prismatic fire of the most perfectly cut diamond, could not hope to create the bewitching spell that you cast with but a glance - enigmatic and entrancing ... they say that eyes are the windows to the soul, but I believe they ARE the soul, and yours are as deep, mysterious, complex, and carnal as any I've ever known, with a fathomless acumen that penetrates my defenses with ease ... (enthralling - hypnotizing!) I am helpless before your sight, as vulnerable as sand before the tide, and easily as swept away by the current of your beguiling charms ... your eyes are, to me, the very definition of all that the word "beautiful" encompasses - elegant and ravishing ... they are as the most immaculate plum blossom, floating on the onyx black of a mountain pool at dusk, rippling with emotion and sensitivity, and pulling me inward to their sublime perfection ... (helpless - forsaken!) I leap from the edge of my insecurity, and dive into their liquid exquisiteness, falling down, down into their prurient expanse, to be consumed by all they wish to be ... (falling - diving!) consumed by all they want of me, by all they see in mine, by all that they bespeak, by all that YOU ... (desire).
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