Does not. . . ,

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your eyes eludes me,

to see the rise and fall of your babe-ness.

your lips seduce me,

to make and break this arousal in me.

Oh, let me be your gentleness that makes me love you,

make me a slave of your touch,

then only you can break this phoenix fire

that wants nothing to put you and bask in your estranged illuminations of your eyes

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