Its hazy…
I know its crazy…
How can I ever…
Look in those eyes…
And not smell the daisies
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God…that smile…
Not sinful.. not divine…
My knees go weak…
In its subtle red shine…
Like some sublime fine wine
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Whispers sizzle…
Crush and unsettle…
Passions flicker and fizzle…
As the moon goes loon…
Making time swoon
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Is it…
An illusion…
Or a delusion…
Maybe…a romantic devolution…!