your eye lashes ....

Spears that speared none long like the longings of a naive angel sharp like the sharp and piercing distance between two lovers brew up booze of of finlandia when blink bundles of boozers give into trance when butlers of eye contacts bundle them up benignly half slitted they go melt away in total pell-mell of heart beats surrender too sheepishly to the spears of your eye lashes