Within His Eyes
His dark lips always enlighten my senses, although his white eyes profess a dark ambiance.
His deed when done, stiffens the chisels of his arms to cross my waist
and hold me into his heart
I loom over within his eyes as a midget stretching for the truth.
Do you really love me? , or am I a niccumpup , with no colour to reflect?
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