it's these small random moments
when our eyes link and we don't let them unlock.
and while I sip my drink
I can feel the direction of your gaze...
on my lips
on my neck
on my hands.
and I look up to meet them and they are there just as I remember them:
hungry, seductive, appreciative, wise, kind.
quietly screaming at me.
Every time I get more attached to the way they look at me.
your eyes are not just the windows to your soul-
they are the doors to mine.
