because you have morning eyes,
and i would follow them to our kitchen.
i would follow them each sunrise
to the breakfast table, with pancakes, butter and laughter.
because you have blue eyes,
and i would follow them to our places.
i would follow them in the rainy streets
to our secret corners, with the brick wall houses and black lightposts.
because you have love eyes,
and i would follow them into your arms.
i would follow them to our bedroom,
to the infinite warmness of your smooth, slow touch.
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