Almost Enough
Words need not be spoken
Although your hair I want to be strokin’
Nor even the look of your eyes
Bright shining like stars in the skies
Just the presence of you being near
Is almost enough for me my dear
Words need not be spoken
Although your hair I want to be strokin’
Nor even the look of your eyes
Bright shining like stars in the skies
Just the presence of you being near
Is almost enough for me my dear
When I look to you
Your eyes do not rest
But sees deep through to me
Massaging my heart to beats
My chest struggles to keep mine heart within
Wanting to escape it’s cavity for pounding
Your eyes rest not
But burns to my loins with want of you
Lifting me to elevated anticipation
Draw you, close to me
My hand lay in the depth of your back
Yours upon my chest
As if to calm the beat of my heart
My breath is exhaled in pleasureful sighs
As your eyes of sensuality rips to my soul
Sparing not to dissuade me
You look not away
For the pleasure in your eyes
Drains me from resistance
The explosion of love in your eyes
Captivates me in your gaze to which
I find myself in your chamber of love
A wanting prisoner, in your eyes