Eye contact

In moments of intimacy, a connection we find,
When pleasure prevails, and desires unwind.
For some, it's the eyes that create the spark,
As I go down, fulfilling his carnal remark.

He enjoys the gaze of my wet, pleading eyes,
Entangled in passion, a craving he can't deny.
With each thrust, my gaze remains steady,
Seeking his approval, sensation's confetti.

As I perform, eyes locked on his own,
I relish the power in the gaze I have shown.
Looking up, eyes reaching their limit,
To keep his attention, I try to commit.

Eye contact matters, it's a step in the dance,
A piece of the puzzle, enhancing romance.
For each person, desires may gently collide,
Do they long for eyes locked, or shadows to hide?

Perhaps, like me, they yearn for shared sight,
Yet prefer to be free from their own watcher's plight.
To indulge without worry, to fully let go,
With whispers and groans, passion's sweet flow.

Each person is different, their needs on display,
Weighing desires, finding balance in our play.
But regardless of preference, in moments so fine,
Eye contact's allure, weaves a connection divine.