Making Love to Me with Those Eyes
A Poem
Published in
Oct 27, 2021
Your eyes stare through me
Kissing my soul — almost drinking
Me whole.
Those pupils shine like stars
Piercing my skin — slowly undressing
Me completely.
Your movement is not necessary
To feel you — almost burning
With desire.
Your lips need not approach mine
To kiss me — pulling down
My panties.
Your hands need not touch me
To feel me — carefully teasing
My nipples.
Your ears need not hear me
Or my moans — blissfully building
Your song.
Your fingers need not explore me
The oasis below — hosting waves
Creamy galore.
Your eyes make love to me
Wanting me eagerly— telling me
Come home.
Ms. Cherry Lips
