Your Eyes

(Dedicated to Folake) Your eyes, woman are like twilight rainbow amorously bearing aloft passions of mine toward androcytic ecstacy. They tell of endless lights. Night skies clarion the warmth of you keep me balled-up till i am tilted to your adorned essence. May I call up words to adore you, agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers unsandalled before you like Moses at the burning bush. And now you seem to fall asleep but you tell me it's the heavy night bidding toward a sunny dawn wherein our love is lighted. Slowly I let you fall asleep impatient with the long night waiting to gaze once more into the eyes of my lovely love. Then a lip is placed on yours and you rouse up wide-eyed smiling at my romantic move. We enjoyed the night, cruising on.