Burning Eyes of Day
Her darkened room protected her or so she had once thought
As through her blinds she peered at me, not expecting to get caught
While working in my backyard, I placed my shirt there on a chair
The sun had worn my skin to bronze, while sweat was on my hair
While tending all my chores through the better part of day
She must have stayed there watching me, her place, not give away
Yet, somehow on the back of me I had felt, there was a gaze
I often turned to look about, but no one, so amazed
Then, in the corner of my eyes, a shadow moved, I could see
A blind had shifted, then the curtain, oh who could this be?
I continued on, to not let on and circled my way around
Going just so ever quietly, not wanting to make a sound
When in the room, I thrust the door to find her standing there
She ran to me, so eagerly and ran her fingers through my hair
She told me she was watching me and couldn’t stop the stare
I told her it was quite alright as I really didn’t care
For why would I, when this wife of mine, so eagerly excites
Our passion that can overcome, it so easily ignites
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