Those eyes.
Usually cold, and uncaring.
but at times like these
they lust.
You touch me
I shiver
not used to the feeling of someone else
I look up
those eyes.
they pierce my soul.
I take it in,
knowing it will not last long,
knowing it will be sometime before it happens again
I shame myself
out of love.
That word.
Love.
so deep, but yet meaningless at times.
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