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Lost
Its amazing to me still,
how your blue eyes can instill
a sense of panic and of fear,
so hard to breathe when you are near.
Your lips I long to touch,
your hair against my face to brush.
To inhale your soft perfume,
the sweat on your skin consume.
All of you I would devour,
for every inch devote an hour.
My soul decends a dark abyss,
surrendered to the swells of bliss.
With you I would be lost for days,
a ship wreck on a forgotten bay.
A castaway with clothes torn
on an stormy deserted shore.
With all your demons I would dance.
In those dark pupils entranced
and leave the life that I once knew,
surrounded by a sea of blue.
