Bright blue eyes
between my legs. Huge, bright blue eyes, rimmed dark with lack of sleep
because we have been at this too long, but we are enrapture
d and we do not stop. Blue eyes on a soft white face
through blond hair, looking up over mound and hips, gazing and never releasing until I release
And fuck I release.
Your eyes never once left my face. I shied away from them at first but then took them on full and just let go. Bright blue eyes peering up from under my body in a fine mist of this sweat
and this want and this going
I remember the way you moved your fingertips
over my lips in a strange sense of wonder. After. Or maybe before. I was just amazed that it wasn't the other way around.
With others, I always did the touching
I fell over little features, let my nails graze the flesh and just trace and trace and trace in the wonder that this person could exist. I just tried to learn the subtleties of loveliness from the details of individual motions on a body.
And you did this time. You wrapped yourself around and cradled my head like it had weight
and then played with my features in a way of finding them out and of marveling at noses
You traced the upper bow of the lip
with your hands
You did not let go.
ed long after we'd both lost the energy
Eyes that won't let go.
This is the glowing dancing
that is thinking someone else feels like this too.
You were naked
but it didn't feel it, though I'd only known you three days
and people have felt more naked after I've known them already for years before I take off their clothes
I wonder where you are now.
what those blue eyes are gazing at below.