Those Eyes
Every part of her so sublime
Every gratifying inch
Not one mouthwatering piece out of place
And not one living soul who wouldn’t stand in line
For just one small savory taste
But for me
It’s those eyes
There’s just something about those eyes
The way she wears them like choice stones
The way they speak in those quiet mysterious tones
Still
They come equipped with just the right pitch
And at a glance
Those eyes give rise
Whispering softly, in deep soothing desirous moans
Already, without even speaking we’ve had a conversation
Like every man
My kryptonite is temptation
For now, in this moment
My mind in fornication, she seems to own it
Those eyes tasted my most coveted parts on a tropical vacation
Anything verbalized would have been irrelevant
Nothing in her words was illegible to my eyes
Cause’ her eyes were articulate and clearly spelling it
With every last tantalizing look I feel myself weaken
There’s just something about those eyes
Those sexy ass chocolate brown eyes
Everything I could ever ask to be spoken
Those eyes were clearly speaking
Slowly sliding down my front
Seductively ascending for their one final statement
Those eyes were no longer satisfied with just my fleeting imagination
She was thirsting to be touched in a manner beyond words
And further steps would now need to be taken…
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