Creeping Eyes
To my own delight do her parts exist…yet she is not mine
The lashes that flap open to pure crystalline blue
What lies behind are as deep and endless as the ocean depths
I could dive into her eyes and swim in there completely filled with bliss
Her hips that rock back and forth as she walks brings me to my knees
I’d love to grasp them while rocking her gently, but sadly they are not mine
Her skin, creamy as milk, soft as velvet, and smooth no doubt
Makes my saliva glands go into overdrive as I imagine the taste of her on my tongue
I must fight back against the aggressor in my mind that wants to pounce
Those parts that make up the whole of her I cannot posses…she is not mine
Her silky hair, her supple breasts, her curves, she does it so well
She wears her body like a dress…I wish to consume it like a lion does an elk
But I look in a mirror, and my body reminds me that…she will never be mine.
Of into a corner I creep and hide
The creeper creeping…madness swimming behind my eyes
Makes me wish I had the strength to wrench them from my skull
So I will never have to look again at what will never be mine
Copyright Adam Gaile 2012
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