Czech me
out.
your
eyes tease,
coveting
a hope,
beneath
a cotton blouse
I'd
steal your heart...
care
not enough
for
the love to rise,
taken
my innocence
with
clear blue eyes...
spontaneously
you smile,
begging
my service,
to
find a passion, deep,
fill
the great divide...
would
you know me
to
feed my soul?..
or
is feeding craving,
your
own sweet goal?..
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