by Life’s Profylactic

The chocolate coated brown eyes makes the chocolate of my skin melt,
not in her mouth or in her hand
but melt in a trance from the pierce of her eyes intimate glance
Pierce me, yes
like a dagger through my soul,
My body cant lie or deny my mind’s goal
so,
easily i feel her push deep within me,
I bleed the blood of purity
a sacrifice of me within me,
She,
has a subtlety to her nature,
bitter yet sweet,
The intimacy of my woman’s eyes is like ocean deep,
Depths unknown,
Waves wash all anti-monogamy away
as,
those ebony eyes negate my mannish urge to lie
I want her,
she knows,
her confidence,
she shows it,
through her eyes she exposes,
and reads my hidden arousal,
she,
has no doubts,
she reads me like a topic,
inside of britannica,
she studies me with those eyes,
she researches her prize,
she,
makes me open,
Those eyes comfort me,
and those eyes fall upon me with ease,
&,
productivity,
productively,
undressing me,
seductively easing,
the intimacy of her eyes without the presence of her touch deceives me…
Does she want me?
Does she truly understand?
Her eyes bring me close,
put relationships in my plans,
her eyes blink slowly,
her eyes show smile,
Her eyes talk to me without the parting of her mouth,
Her eyes bewilder my youth,
Like i’m her toy, she plays,
Eyes helpful yet harmful, like x-rays
she,
penetrates my heart,
like masonry, a heart made of stone
as her dagger stabs,
the stone shatters and it purifies my soul
the blood within me warms,
and damn the blood flows,
the intimacy of my womans eyes,
Makes me yearn for her waiting holes,
oh,
im so raunchy,
ooh,
im so nasty,
her eyes say she wants me,
and her eyes read she can have me,
intimacy,
as those eyes fit perfectly in socket,
her eyes take my heart from the mediastinum and places it in her pocket
her eyes know when im happy,
her eyes read my sad,
her eyes pique my interest
her eyes make me bad,
but her eyes make me good,
Damn so contradicting,
her eyes make inches rise,
and takes good love making to sexual peaks,
her eyelashes paint on canvases,
the makings of me,
her brushstrokes make art of me,
everytime she blinks,
giving me,
a quick yet substantial release from her eyes trance
When shes mad her eyes roll like the wind of an enticing dance,
Round to the right,
Back around to the left,
her eyes evoke anger as I emote and they dance,
Man,
Her eyes emit everything she feels,
Her eyes are the keys to her hearts will,
Her eyes tell me she wants but she’s afraid of give,
Her eyes stare at my lips when she wants to taste a kiss,
Her eyes scope my abs to chest when she’s physically aroused,
Her eyes fixate on my tongue when she wants me to go down,
Her eyes stare at my d*** when she’s yearning for a good poundin,
Her eyes laugh, they cry, they pout, they smile,
Her eyes come filled like a box with surprise….
The intimacy of………………………my woman’s eyes

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