Eyes that look at you with desire,
Feeding a hunger they seem to inspire,
With depths of mischief and thoughts of sin,
A tingle, a shiver that starts within.
Eyes that look at you with desire,
Feeding a hunger they seem to inspire,
With depths of mischief and thoughts of sin,
A tingle, a shiver that starts within.
Oblivious to feelings and people that care,
It’s easier to switch off, there’s less weight to bare,
An objective to learn and just to survive,
But a need to feel pain, so I know I’m alive.
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