believe me as I make my way through the labyrinth of your eyes

believe me as I make my way through the labyrinth of your eyes

of your bright, flirtatious eyes and sighs

it's just that when I read them you make me blush and captivate

they are the erotic storm, the fire, and the rain

believe me at night in the middle of the moon

in the afternoon sun

to the impetuous tension of the early morning

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