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Eros
(Cerri Lee)

That look in your lovers eye,
You know the one!
It pierces the heart
Like an arrow from on high
If you had heard Eros snigger
You would have ignored it.
That feathered barb buried deep,
Dulls any other sense
(In the same fashion as pain!)

World? What World?!
There is nothing else,
Only the reflection of your own desire,
Only the taste of their lips,
And only that moment exists
To touch and be touched,
To love and be loved,
And savour the taste of fire on your tongue,
Then on your cheeks!

The moment spent, the world returns
And you are centre stage.
All have seen the private passion,
All have shared in your love,
And revelled in your glory.

If you could see Eros preen his small wings and laugh,
Then once more he string his bow,
Would you not wish for his aim?
No soft, dewy eyed God is he,
It gives him pleasure to strike passion into the heart,
Would you, could you deny him?
Not I!

Aphrodite¹s son, pierce me through time and again,
Burn me with your fiery darts,
And your song I will sing to to all who would listen,
Never will I hide my passion from view,
And to you give all glory that is due!