Lost In Dark Eyes
time to drink cold mountain snow water, or is it time to drink pure beauty (I dare a taste)
time to profess love to village elder's daughter, it may if you're the one (the one awaited)
will you lead me as lamb to the slaughter, willingly my neck, the finest cut
eyes hold little forgiveness for my deeds, most days...
a shirtless figure who removed the scar over my heart (silken your touch)
you lay naked, exposed before a breath pulsed
electric blue you flashed so sweet- hah, yes..(yet)
you so lost in my dark eyes
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2020
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