Just come and look at me. Look at my eyes. You shall know. You will see my want of you coming out of every pore of my skin.
You'll see it on my hungry, ravenous lips. On my hands, my whole me.
Come. I'll worship you from the distance you want. Near or far. In and out.
There's nobody else. There never was. I do not know where you got the idea there might be.
Look at my eyes. They're yours.
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