I can escape her eyes, even in memory, like an open
invitation to a party where I do not belong, eyes a gateway to more than just
her soul, to the rest of her. to her slanted mouth I take an invitation to a
kiss. she most likely doesn't mean. or to her perky breasts I ache to hold as I
mount her, this dream is memory, all coming from that look, from her gaze, eyes
that swallow me whole, making me want to get in on the other side to see what
she sees when she looks at me, The uninvited guest to a party that is for
anyone else but me, eyes clinging to
that residue of desire, maybe fear, always doubtful of my intentions, waiting
and watching to see what I might do next
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