Her Eyes

Posted: July 30, 2014 in erotica, Poetry
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Nicholas Vincent


Really it is that moment

slow, held onto pause,

glance, pleading inside control,

direct in certain pleasure,

she wonders knowingly

he wants only her response

steady, such wonderful

symbiotic passion,

her eyes engage

delight in fresh tear

lips to kiss damp eyes

return to me now watch

as bodies are not touching

… except that muscle fitting …

we each know our role

only want her, his, our, together

see you, hear me, gasp, yours, more

we will love our moment

thrust and soft climb

she meets him and he wants

her eyes


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