Bedroom Eyes

Dark mischievous bedroom eyes Are laden with lust and laden with lies. They slowly cause my pulse to rise And always do me hypnotize. They exude passion’s lusty flame, The flame that sears, the flame that maims, While masking their sinful secretive lies, Behind a seductive sexual prize. Should I stay, or should I leave? I muse while my heart rides on my sleeve. Such eyes have caused the death of innocence. And, as for love, they have no relevance. So, I back away from those sinful eyes, So laden with lust, so laden with lies, Because bedroom eyes are pools too deep, And always do dark secrets keep.