My Eyes

My eyes are brown.

Deep, soulful, piercing all pretence - they glare.

Scepticism and dark ferocity conveyed - yet much love too to be displayed, if a window into the soul they may be....then come - take a drink of me....x

Naked, in a forest clearing, I permit you to stand.

You do not tremble with fear - simply await my command.

Your electric eyes lowered, your form pure perfection

All senses alive - glistening, as I conduct my inspection.

Your posture refined, each limb you pleasingly hold

My Icy hands explore - yet you find warmth within their cold

Presenting yourself to me - so your contours I may caress

Unknowing if pleasure awaits, or depraved endless duress.

A touch on your shoulder and I lift up your chin

Drinking in your eyes, scanning what lies within

Your nerves melt into desire and I permit you My kiss

I am there to catch you, as you fall into this bliss