Her Eyes

Her eyes, I die in her eyes every day,

she doesn't see me, just looks right through me,

She shows all of her, her everything to see

I know each curve, my love never free.

Her eyes, I die in her eyes every day.

Forced to observe from a distance,

each of her lovers taking his chance.

I can't escape this hypnotic trance.

Her eyes, I die in her eyes every day.

I see the soft quiver on her ruby lips,

I watch his fingers grasping her hips.

sumptuous her passion on silk slips.

Her eyes, I die in her eyes every day.

The sensual pout as she kneels and caresses

his shaft with her tongue, she acquiesces

to his hunger, her body with his compresses

Her eyes, I die in her eyes every day.

If she could just once hear me speak,

my lady of Sylvyrwyng, so classy and chic

please cover me when you play erotique.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.