Every part of her so sublime
Every gratifying inch Not one mouthwatering piece out of placeAnd not one living soul who wouldn’t stand in lineFor just one small savory tasteBut for meIt’s those eyesThere’s just something about those eyesThe way she wears them like choice stonesThe way they speak in those quiet mysterious tonesStillThey come equipped with just the right pitchAnd at a glance Those eyes give riseWhispering softly, in deep soothing desirous moansAlready, without even speaking we’ve had a conversationLike every manMy kryptonite is temptationFor now, in this momentMy mind in fornication, she seems to own itThose eyes tasted my most coveted parts on a tropical vacationAnything verbalized would have been irrelevant Nothing in her words was illegible to my eyesCause’ her eyes were articulate and clearly spelling it With every last tantalizing look I feel myself weaken There’s just something about those eyesThose sexychocolate brown eyesEverything I could ever ask to be spokenThose eyes were clearly speakingSlowly sliding down my frontSeductively ascending for their one final statementThose eyes were no longer satisfied with just my fleeting imaginationShe was thirsting to be touched in a manner beyond wordsAnd further steps would now need to be taken…Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved