I feel the caress of your eyes upon my face. Invisible fingers gently sweeping back my hair.
You don't fail to see the droplet of whiskey on my lips as I sip my drink.
You don't fail to see my colour deepen, knowing your eyes are upon me.
You don't fail to sense the current flow between us. The invisible bond drawing us together.
And as you gently turn my face towards you, your gaze touches my soul, so open through my eyes.
You are not failing to know the complete me.
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