Real Eyes

I love to think and I love to read what makes me think, but every once in a while, I read something that hits me in such a way that I can just sit back and focus on what it made me feel, thought isn’t necessary because it’s just right there… done for me and it isn’t often that I forget to string myself up in searching for something, but when it happens every part of myself is relaxed, some kind of peace…

Behind The Eyes

I could tell you things you want to hear

soft whispers in your ear

opening up about past times,

fears,

comparing you to light’s reflection

imprinted with manifestations

of sublime shadows

luxuriating eternal gism

goosebumps,

emotions elevated journey in flight ,

butterflies sitting on top of skin

drinking nectar produced from heartbeats

random adrenaline dream.

But I am not

I could sell you on possibilities

the difference between you, me and he’s

but be mindful

fore I am not your history

or past lives

I could care less about winning you over

with creative tongue’s,

Kama sutra’s sensual technique,

tantric euphoria,

or what most consider a woman’s special place.

In the end I am all about me getting the most out of you

for me

and thats real

I want you to do you, so I can do me, together

at best, the true definition of we

time will tell…

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