Lacking you
Like a stake to the heart
Paining, staining
A poisoned-tipped dart.
Your will, darker
Than your eyes
Drawing, calling
With seductive lies.
Your lips
Colder than a winter's night
Hinting, tinting
Just within my sight.
Your hair
Shimmering in the moonlight
Glowing, flowing
Has me high as a kite.
Your eyes
Trap me in your gaze
Snaring, flaring
An endless maze.
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