Beauty stands still, hush.
Looking innocent yet we play that way for the night and it´s eyes.
Looking back questioning eyes, gorgeous.
Look deeper let me swim in your thoughts, no doubts.
Becoming clear.
Travelling the minds tunnels stopping at all it´s fantasies.
You think in a blink of an eye I can´t get there?
Scarcely enough room for a tear.
Love we somehow pretend to share.
Dwindling goodbyes carry out De Ja Vu bliss.
Rich and fertile, woman...
Your smile.
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