The deep pools
of mystery
Sometimes blue,
Sometimes another hue.
Daring me to drown within
Anticipatory shiver
I give in with a quiver.
The delicious warmth of your being
A drunken glance
I'm in a psychic trance.
Shade these killers O siren, they beckon
Every dream, it dies
In your treacherous eyes.
I give up without a fight!
Sometimes blue,
Sometimes another hue.
Daring me to drown within
Anticipatory shiver
I give in with a quiver.
The delicious warmth of your being
A drunken glance
I'm in a psychic trance.
Shade these killers O siren, they beckon
Every dream, it dies
In your treacherous eyes.
I give up without a fight!
MS
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