The Eyes

The Eyes Look into my eyes, I have many visions, vivid, passionate, I keep you driven. I’ve locked you’re attention to my eyes, caressing your contours with my eyes, should I stop or continue to ride? I’ve opened your windows as we continue to cruise, visions of physical rhythms, lubricating gears of your body which have stiffened, due to minimal use, again I ask, should I halt or continue to cruise? I dare not halt, for I’m at the epicenter of your earthquake, of your sensual endeavors, which haven’t been provoked, tapped,or taunted, in which may seem like forever. Your terrain becomes hostile with joy and redemption, your aura shines and glistens, bright as sun, everybody listens, your being is in harmony, like that of a grand symphony, you, your family and friends so surprised, because all you did was looked into my eyes. Scribed by, Roz