Bedroom Eyes

She seduces me with her bedroom eyes Her hand atop mine, between her thighs I can't deny that she has the power To lie with me every waking hour I couldn't oppose her advances, she has a grip on me With her soft angelic voice and undamaged anatomy In a trance from her bedroom eyes Drawn into her soul, a part of me dies She braises my fingers across her smooth shaven lips Assures me she’s aroused, the pleasure drips Unwrapping her body of what sets me apart From exposing her skin, God's work of art A teardrop falls from her bedroom eyes A happy tear to my surprise She remains admirably brave, although, this is foreign She has not been defiled by other men Her narrow entrance puts me to shame Intensifying my steady flame God sent her to me, as an answer to my cries I reside under the spell of her bedroom eyes