Her Eyes

She pays the price
With empty arms at night
And lips grown cold for lack of kissing,

With ears that strain to hear your voice
And eyes that cannot bear your beauty
Yet they long to see your beauty

When you are with her,
They gaze, hungrily,
And are never filled.

Pain and pleasure
Mingling.

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