Her Eyes
Her Eyes
Her eyes could always
See his soul
Which are eyes
That notice everything.
He always dreamed of
Touching her.
She would know how
To soothe his loneliness—
How to smile at his eyes
And read the energy
That silhouettes his body
Like a soft blanket of love.
When she is worried,
She laughs to warn him
As he can be unrestrained
And deny anyone’s pain.
She always breathes deeply
Mixing passion with need,
Everyone likes her
But nobody has any idea
How much he wants to
Kiss her lips
And get lost in her
Cool laughter
For the remainder
Of his tranquil life.
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