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Jun 2020
My eyes dance
then they swim,
as I catch a glance
of all of him.

His eyes pierce
then they linger.
His gaze is fierce;
he ***** a finger.

He beckons me
then he waits.
Wish I could see
what he finds so great.

I move closer
then linger near
in need of closure,
you whisper

"Come here..."
Nyssa Jacobsen
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Nyssa Jacobsen  30/F/Plymouth, England
(30/F/Plymouth, England)   
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