Her skin so warm,
Just take a breath.
Her eyes so dark,
To rival death.
Her rumpled clothes,
And messy hair.
Flushed cheeks,
A passionate flair.
As she walks towards me,
The details appear.
Her eyes are alight,
As she moves near.
Her perfect lips pucker,
Eyelashes gently close.
I lean forward also...
It's as if fireworks rose.
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