From the first I saw
those haunting eyes,
ever was I drawn
to their haunted stare.
Deeper and deeper
did I drown,
within their depths
of pooled eclairs.
Delicious pools
of ice-blue mien,
as cool breezes
sensual and sly.
Like a siren's song
a succubi's sigh,
seducing attention
from this mortal's eye.
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