When we sex I like to listen to your eyes
They speak to me
Pull me into conversation
Engage me in a debate
And I hear them
Your dilated pupils
They question this pleasure
Explore its boundaries
Sparkle with a hypostasis for its origin
Try to analyse tingles
Your eyes celebrate this indulgence
They dance
Move with articulate eloquence
Become enthralled in passionate dialogue
It is reflected in your retina
Your eyes converse with me
They perform a sonnet of your shudders
Blink a Morse code of spasms
They flash bright the letters of bliss
Your eyes shriek with intense tones
Scream silent words of elevated pleasure
Then as you release
They punctuate your dialogue
A blank gaze that speaks a thousand words
When we sex I like to listen to your eyes
They speak to me
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