His Shallow Mind Is An Abyss

i look into those dark eyes and i wonder what he's thinking. i don't want to miss anything so i stop blinking. my heart picks up the pace. i stare into his face. i find my fingers intwined in his hair. i sat here looking at him, but is he really there? i get up and straddle him. he puts his head in my chest, he's completley on the brim. something good is coming my way. i feel it, so i start to play. he's rock hard as his hand grabs my back. i pull his hair and arch my back. he feels so good and warm inside of me. i'm coming, i start to plea. i look again into his eyes. i touch his face, he touches my quivering thighs. nothings there, not a thing. i love him so, but i will not cling. if he loves me he'll let me know. until then i must go. how could he make me feel so good, and not care? maybe he's to deep to understand, because when i look in his eyes, nothings there.