The Fantasy

Dark eyes

Hazel eyes

The field of colours fuse

Both speak the same language.

 

Each echoes the message of the other

I want you

 

Fiery colour strips the other

Naked, each stares at the other

Sees through cloth, to gaze upon naked skin

Naked skin of the other that already is wet with perspiration.

Still both stand clothed

Their hearts alone the fantasy seeing

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