Her Eyes
Her eyes are deep
like two stars
a cluster of galaxies
on the edge of the universe
reflected in them
But more than her eyes
She is filled with something
she hasn’t felt in years
A craving burgeoning within
Wanton and willing
A desire to give of herself
Her presence exquisite
Her hair cascades
Over her shoulders and down
dancing over her succulent breasts
Hiding her taut nipples
She closes her eyes
as we are skin to skin
My words drip from my tongue
as a river of delight
spilling over her
Washing away her doubts and fears
Breathing life into her
warming her soul
So she is floating through time
awash with endless passion
Painted white with my desire
Thank you for your kind comment Jacqueline. My countries leader has his problems that is true, but they do not amount to the depth of depravity of the ultra right wing geriatric, so I happily say “not my king, nor my president”
She’s a lucky woman Adrian. Whooooo! Your parents did something right with you - it’s all about the whole , not one body part and rating it compared to porn. And you get that. Many men don’t sadly. Your country’s leader is suspect case in point 🤷🏻♀️