I won't write about your eyes
Instead I choose to think of your sighs
I'm not a bad person for believing the lies
Can't you see,
I want not only his eyes
For his body 'tis my demise
His eyes see to my soul
But oh, the lingering feel of his pole
It's not the colour of his hair
Although that shade is particularly rare
It's the whole essence of him altogether
His eyes
His hair
The way in which he dares
He teases my lungs
And watches me burn
Benethe his love I often squirm
The way he loves me
The way he breathes
The way he rubs me
The way he pleads
It starts like an itch
A tumbling twitch
A burning on the inside
As i search for his guide
It boarders on painful
Only just sedate-able
It's a burning
A yearning
A need
Like you would not believe
A whisper here
And a touch right there
The way he moves
It just aint fair
His eyes are perfect
They infect my days
But the burning
And the yearning
That's what stays
Oh yes, the ****
That's where i get stuck
Kiss me love
And i'll fall for you
But slip in some tongue
And we know just what to do
The chemistry and the fire
Lighting up our desire
When it's you on top of me
Baby we find clarity
We know what we want
Our bodies know what to do
Forget the croissant
Because darling, I need you
I'm all yours
So please take me without pause
It's a soul cleansing scrub
A testiment of our love
It's nothing sinful
It's really quite simple
...Your eyes can watch me,
but your body can love me...