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I gaze into thine eyes with love and faith
and sensual fingers dance upon my spine,
I think but cannot clear within this state
the thoughts that intertwine within my mind.

Your eyes are like the charcoal from the fire,
when touched will burn my skin and cause me pain,
and yet you are the one that I desire,
in sleet, and wind, in hot, wet rain.

When winter comes and chills me through and through,
the sun descends to make me weep with want,
the only thought that makes me fight is you,
what's the point of lust without the hunt?

My soul is yours to do with as you please,
I f you just love me than my mind will ease.