I look at her,
I touch her with my eyes,
I kiss her lips
with softness of my sight.
I eye her up,
I make her giggle, smile,
my eyes on her
like angel's feathers lie.
I look at her,
stroking her shiny hair,
she says that eyes
much softer are than hands.
She likes it, when
I touch her in that way,
under my eyes
she slowly melts away.
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Author:
Peter Balkus (
Offline) - Published: September 15th, 2017 20:54
- Category: Love
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Comments2
And remember whom you are looking at: a Queen in the eyes of God; someone's cherished daughter; sister; top student; future spouse... How much more magnificent she becomes when when we replace the eyes of lust with the eyes of love!
Peter, this is a very tender and romantic declaration of love. Well written!
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