The eyes, Chico, they never lie
these eyes are mine
wandering and observing all.
they roll towards the heavens
and glow under the moonlight.
siren eyes, doe eyes,
painted with thick black wings and lashes that reach the rooftops
seductively trail the outlines of curves and place soft kisses.
in fits of ecstasy, burning with desire, images of a fire blazing
drip from the honey color iris.
eyes that hypnotize
entracing those with a subtle glance
leave you wanting more, just one more look
they plead and beg, for I put a spell on you.
look at me! fall into the magic of my eyes once more.
wide eyes, narrowed eyes
change shapes to create an illusion
these intoxicating, dancing orbs.
they illicit a frenzy, a craving
for they are insatiable.
these eyes roam free
as mirrors to the soul, they bare all.
these eyes hold power, fluttering close and opening when they please.
as soft as angel kisses
with all of the Devil’s charm.
eyes don’t lie,
for these eyes are mine.
they shine and twinkle,
their honey and green,
and leave a man on his knees.
--Jacelynn R., Adult