looking at her eyes
she's trying to draw
draw me inside, can't
can't let go whirlpool
secretly enjoying it
I didn't resist, futile
talking eyes majestic
I run out of words
to describe, it's warmth
wrap me like burrito
I sleep on her desire
not knowing to wake up
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I would like to translate this poem
Talking of eyes are majestic in life or in dreams of reality. Very wise sharing done really.10