Intimate eyes

The light is poor but the eyes are not.

Candlelight highlights what the casual eye

Will never see, but these eyes can see deep

Into the soul of the other, each lost in a

Whirlpool of fascination, mesmerically waiting

For that precious moment when the threads

Of love draw tight, and the eyes can stand no

More, forcing the body to react in the only

Way it can by surrendering to love.

High-romance is in the air, bodies fresh from

Play relax, curves heaving in anticipation,

Muscles glistening. The bed is not made

For speed but for love, and thus they lie in

The arms of Eros, each trapped in the eyes

Of the other, and then that unfathomable,

Unstoppable moment occurs, when the eyes

Close, the lips meet, the lips part and ...

The night is cold but the bed is warm, and the

Eyes warmer still. She lifts his face to hers looking

Deep into his eyes in a fiery communion of souls.

They are as God intended. She kisses the riverlets

Of sweat on his brow tracing them down his face

With her warm hand to his mouth, where she wets

A finger on his tongue, and writes 'I love you' on

His cheek.

© Joseph G Dawson
12/06/2021 and earlier