I like the way you look at me.
Your eyes have that little twinkle
and your pupils dialate --
I can see it clearly in the pale green of your irises.
The corners of your lips curl into a smile, a smirk, a grin,
and the butterflies in my tummy start to flutter all over.
They creep into my bloodstream and send tingles throughout my limbs,
a tantalizing numbness that I'd savor 'til the end.
I like the way you look at me
when your fingertips graze my skin.
Goosebumps raise and my heart begins to race
as your hands find themselves in the right place;
Thighs, hips, and behinds; ******* necks, hands tangled in hair.
I see that twinkle in your eye and the grin playing on your lips,
and your usual pale green eyes darken a deeper shade of lust --
or is it love?
That sultry look and your bedroom eyes,
the rasp of your voice and your hand on my thigh --
is this love or is this lust?
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
I like the way you look at me.
Your eyes have that little twinkle
and your pupils dialate --
I can see it clearly in the pale green of your irises.
The corners of your lips curl into a smile, a smirk, a grin,
and the butterflies in my tummy start to flutter all over.
They creep into my bloodstream and send tingles throughout my limbs,
a tantalizing numbness that I'd savor 'til the end.
I like the way you look at me
when your fingertips graze my skin.
Goosebumps raise and my heart begins to race
as your hands find themselves in the right place;
Thighs, hips, and behinds; ******* necks, hands tangled in hair.
I see that twinkle in your eye and the grin playing on your lips,
and your usual pale green eyes darken a deeper shade of lust --
or is it love?
That sultry look and your bedroom eyes,
the rasp of your voice and your hand on my thigh --
is this love or is this lust?
written on may 29, 2013; originally posted on my blogspot as a drabble.
