When you speak you're beautiful:
I want to hear so much more about you,
But only if you are the one telling me.
The way your thin lips bounce off of your words
Leaves me only wanting to hear, to watch more,
And I want to be closer to you with every story.
Your eyes smight me with their coy rush
And your smirk often plays a phoenix,
Reinvented in its capturing novelty with each flash.
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