Flustered
deep in wounder, my eyes gaze upon the horizon of your selfishness
loathing the warm embrace of your coy witty charms, and loving eyes
flustered i walk along the temple of your being, engulfed with the envy of your shy and
witty alure
costly visions plunder my heart when i gaze upon your tender and suttle eyes
rapture of life is caught seething through my hands like sand slithering down an hour
glass for which there is a endless worp of time.
Copyright © Vincent Gicola | Year Posted 2011
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