Her Eyes

I look into her soft, mellow & tender, longing eyes.
Then I feel her despair, a series of empty breaths, and deepening sighs.
I feel her desire of want and need for love.
The need to be held, a feeling so high; high above.
Her eyes, are empty.

With an attempt to fill that void, I jump into the rabbit hole.
All I want to do is help her, mend her heart and her soul.
How far will it go? I cannot fathom.
For within this poor soul lies a deep, dark chasm.
Her eyes, are deep.

The farther I delve, the better I can see.
The woman here is being taken more and more by me.
I stare longer, an effort to make both happy; even excited.
Her glance, returned my gaze, yet unrequited.
Her eyes, are true.

In her mind I can feel the writhing.
I pull her waist, body pressed to mine; her feelings reviving.
A soft touch of her hand and the sweet nectary taste of her lips…
We explore this vast sea of love, The Passion and Desire, the names of our ships.
Her eyes, are loving.