Across the room she glances at me
I furtively and guiltily return it
She smirks as she sees my eyes
Roving down her body head to toe
I look away cursing my brain
she's still looking I know she is
I have to see if it's true
Our eyes meet once again
and my eyes once again perform
the familiar peruse of her form
over and over again our eyes dance
we never touch but feel each other
better than anyone else does
I know her because her eyes
tell me things meant only for me
she wants me and I want her bad
but it's impossible for us
to move beyond these glances
so we just touch and talk with our eyes
until the day our mouths will do the talking
our hands the feeling and our ears the hearing
or maybe our eyes will just stare into one another
and tell each other all we need to know

04/21/2003

Author's Note: man these just keep coming...

Posted on 04/21/2003
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