In Your Eyes

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    In Your Eyes

    When will your eyes meet mine? I want to get lost in those eyes.

    I want to swim in a sea of passion and surrender.

    With every last breath longing to call out your name.

    The feeling of ecstasy flowing through every single pore in my body, exhaling your love with each one of my senses. The taste of your sweat on my tongue, the scent of you and the passion in your eyes. The sweet feeling of love.

    Euphoria can only describe what I want to see in your eyes, those eyes that will sink into me like daggers to my heart. Your eyes will reach deeper than anyone ever could. Your eyes can touch every corner of my soul, tantalizing me with thoughts of love. They will see the emptiness and the need of you. Those eyes that can hypnotize me with a slow dance of lust, and if those eyes close they will take with them my soul.

    I want to feel your hands, molding my body into a sensual creation. My skin will become sultry and silky as your touch comes over me. Your hands can travel over my body and I will drift away into raging waters of desire.

    I long for your breath against my face, for the touch of your body against mine, this would make the sense of forever come over me. My body forever longing for this touch, the burning of your eyes on my mind and my body. Not a need for a physical redemption of this touch, only those eyes can reach me this way.

    Please touch me once again, even if your touch has come to me only in dreams. So don’t close your eyes, don’t stop searching in the dark for me. Who ever you are.

    By: Violet Avina

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    Alicia commented on In Your Eyes

    07-01-2009

    This is very good! Deep and meaningful in so many ways. Excellent poem!

    V1ol3t

    07/01/2009

    thank you Alicia, thank you so very much

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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