whose
crackling eyes stop time,
May
I inquire
where
they got their fire?
Like
a torrent of sunlight they explode
launching
a hundred tales to be told;
In
vivid waterfalls of light -
A
blinding sight.
Auburn
locks
to
which silly boys do flock;
Adorned
with colorful ribbons and bows;
Down
cascading curls they flow.
Framing
the soft curves of your face -
Smooth
and inviting features they embrace.
A
gleeming smile that melts;
Dreams
of silky lips being felt.
An
ethereal dance with mischievous flashes
hidden
by the flutter of your butterfly lashes.
A
subtle and smooth turn of the shoulder
makes
your suitor much bolder.
Inviting
yet dismissive
making
him starry eyed and submissive.
Engulfed
in a blissful trance;
The
hope of a stolen chance.
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