Exploration of an aroma's attraction,
eye's yearning for a captured prey.
Examined blinks of adoration,
followed by a breathless bondage.
Lashes batting at a hair tossed seduction,
earned stares of a shared want.
Piercing blue into equal orbs,
unspoken words heard by dancing pupils.
Desire united by a common thread,
"Sell me your soul."
A trail of glances that return for more,
"Can you not see I cannot be bought?"
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- Bedroom Eyes by zochit2me.
900 points, ended July 15, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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nicely done. good work.
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I cannot be bought
not even for my soul
this is great dear poet.
hope to read more
Riftkin
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