Blue Grey Eyes

The days all fade together

The nights are blurry too

But there's one thing with light

And it's your favorite thing too.



Not that smile you caused



Not that laugh you hear ringing



Not that body pressed to yours



Not that heart you hear beating

as you cuddle up to her


But those big Blue Grey eyes

That look up to you,

Not when you hug

Or when you smile at her.

But when she's on her knees

Doing her best to please you.


For she will be known to you,

As the best blow job eyes

You've ever had please you.

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