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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