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A Closer Look

Just a normal looking laid back guy No caution heard no Hazard signs i'm just passing by Our eyes meet In that instant my heart skips a beat The world around escapes, leaving us this framed exchange Two people drawn in close, yet estranged The magnitude behind that stare Time has marked a place right here ls this mutual ? a spark so passionate Pulling us like a magnet The Sheer force, a path for lust a closer look a hunter’s thirst More than the everyday juncture I bargain with seduction, for a promise to deliver the beauty in those eyes, step into me from afar Pulling me in closer, close enough to declare Real pleasure and pain I catch the quick Connection, next stop obsession I will not betray, feeding the momentum An overwhelming assault like intoxication A closer look, the impetuous invitation No words Spoken here, all lie in surrender The thrill of his skin, hot against mine Skin on skin as bodies intertwine A thousand nerves rushing to points hidden Here I can not keep up with the surge that has risen Again it climbs to a great height And falls away with spite, claiming repetition tight holds and harder kisses commit us to sensation open to melt and mold for pure possession No more beginnings, no more ends Desire demands and will not bend It pushes my pulse and sets my thoughts on fire I am no longer in control the flames aspire One more time …… I want to Scream … one more time Keep this moment holding me sublime Look into my eyes, one last time With a hunger and strength to carry desire calls me, provoking the extraordinary As a call in the wild leading me astray gone free with a shooting star’s reentry Our eyes turn away and no longer see I’m just passing by incidentally Just a normal looking laid back guy Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

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