His eyes shine, like heavenly stars,
twinkling dreams, plucked from the sky,
yet so far away for I to capture.
Eyes deep, like wishing wells,
flooding my heart with emotion
once thought to be frozen.
His eyes dark, like ink spilled on paper,
writing messages on my mind
while analyzing the chapters.
Eyes dancing, like fire wildly,
burning through my body,
taking glimpses at my soul.
His eyes sing, like music to my ears,
songs of passion and lust,
enchanted lullabies make me a mistress.
Eyes speaking, like water to my body,
quenching my thirst for pleasure,
still salt water and nothing more.
The thirst for pleasure sounds like a Vampire longing for lips…possibly a V8.
Thank you, Atticus. That made me smile today. 🙂
A well written piece! Well done “)
Thank you, M.E. Grateful for your gentle words. 🙂
Passionately penned, CG. Another excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. 🙂
Reminds me of Leucippe and Clitophon by Achilles Tatius – “As soon as I had seen her, I was lost. For beauty’s wound is sharper than any weapon’s, and the eyes are the pathways to the soul. It is through the eye that love’s wound passes, and I now became a prey to a host of emotions.”
Thank you, Angel. Have a lovely day. 🙂
This lingers quite well. Gives the reader a charge to the system.