Those Eyes

Every part of her so sublime Every gratifying inch Not one mouthwatering piece out of place And not one living soul who wouldn’t stand in line For just one small savory taste But for me It’s those eyes There’s just something about those eyes The way she wears them like choice stones The way they speak in those quiet mysterious tones Still They come equipped with just the right pitch And at a glance Those eyes give rise Whispering softly, in deep soothing desirous moans Already, without even speaking we’ve had a conversation Like every man My kryptonite is temptation For now, in this moment My mind in fornication, she seems to own it Those eyes tasted my most coveted parts on a tropical vacation Anything verbalized would have been irrelevant Nothing in her words was illegible to my eyes Cause’ her eyes were articulate and clearly spelling it With every last tantalizing look I feel myself weaken There’s just something about those eyes Those sexy ass chocolate brown eyes Everything I could ever ask to be spoken Those eyes were clearly speaking Slowly sliding down my front Seductively ascending for their one final statement Those eyes were no longer satisfied with just my fleeting imagination She was thirsting to be touched in a manner beyond words And further steps would now need to be taken… Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved