Trois par sweet? (Lawl.)

Hazel Eyes

Draw me in
Feel my hand on your skin
Gently stroking your unshaven cheek

Fingertips burn where I touch you, my knees grow weak
Enraptured such that I can neither move nor speak
Yet my spirit soars through amber skies

Merry, soulful, and wise
Hazel eyes

Poetry by Lady Courtaire
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Written on 2021-06-12 at 21:43

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This form is so simple and sweet to express such lovely ideas. I love the scene you've set and I can see it clearly in my mind's eye.