Heaven To My Eyes
You let me touch your flesh, to appease my hunger, but it left me hungry for more.
I kissed upon your lips so ripened, so sweet that the bee's honey was envious of them.
How could I not be drawn in, by the elegant allure of you?
Your walls so high, the shades to your windows down.
There I stood like a starving child, nose pressed against your window pane. Desperate for a blessed look inside of your treasure. That sacred, unique and beautifully flawed soul you housed inside. Beauty that only could indescribable describe you.
Then the miraculous happened. The drawn shades to your window lifted. Offering me privy to the most astonishingly beauty of views.
Like looking into the sun, less the need to shield my eyes. Basking in the glow, as the rays brought warmth to my skin.
Alas, no sooner the shade drew up, it was shut down. Leaving me begging for more.
Begging for another view of what my mortal soul to know as heaven.
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