Her Third Eye
My breath sharp
erratic
inhales are deep as a trench
others shatter down my throat
fractured
into broken gasps of air.
My eyes are drawn to her
like a magnet to a beam of steel
as much as I try to pull away
my gaze always slides back.
My lips are dry
imagining the sensation
of her lips
melting into mine.
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