A Lady in Incognito… I’ve been feeling something new, Something near, something dear, Something off the monotony Something very peculiar. Is it something fresh and new? Or a ghost I’ve seen before? My soul has wept for many nights, Washed again upon the shore. I’ve been sensing something odd, Strangely present, oddly known, Feeling like an infant yet still feeling fully grown. Now I found the crux of it A soul, with hunger famishing, A lady in incognito, A lady quite ravishing. Something gets my gut tickling, With Oxytocin, I gleam, waiting for that Cupid’s bow To shoot a killer beam… Behind those tipsy, silky drapes, Lie two dense drops in milk, Are they coffee? Hazel? Vanilla? A mystery in the strands of silk. But I ask something different, Behind that flirty smirk, Behind your eyes, of hue unknown, What emotions do lurk? Beneath the halo of your skin, Inside that practiced glow, I seek the soul that’s trapped beneath The self you don’t show.
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