There is something fierce about your eyes
Sitting on mine for the briefest half second,
Veiled to soothe the mask that suits
Our foxy baits, a riddle for gawking eyes
And lips left ajar like trap doors, bleaching truths.
A guarded stare yet it wrings the weight
From beneath my legs, I dissolve like stale crackers
Afraid to shake hands with clenching teeth.
A half glance, obscure yet a subtle threat,
Hot, intense like our stolen nights tinged with deceit.
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