- Erotic Poetry
- Those Bedroom Eyes
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With one glance in my direction,
your eyes have a tightened leash on me.
They are unapologetic of our indiscretion:
The hotel rooms, the midnight thrashings,
the stolen kisses, the rushing of your erections.
With one glance of those bedroom eyes,
you have me at the first ring of the telephone.
Of your intentions I am completely wise:
Undressing me quietly, nightly with a moan,
and I can only manage to respond with a sigh.
One flit of the eye and you’ve my cherry,
and you grin as I try to rush into your slacks.
It’s your high, you say, that little red berry:
Our motion struggles, rocking the knickknacks;
Those eyes suggest and to the bedroom we carry.
But your eyes are always at their height
when you disappear inside like a guilty thief.
You drag me into your soul with such might:
I haven’t the heart at all to deny ourselves relief,
and your eyes glint at the final clinch and bite.
