love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
in want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes.
love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyees
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes.....
31 comments:
I'm about to piss my sweats
Yes? You should see them when I'm angry.
Now I really did piss my sweats.
You should really see them when...........never mind
Brigid, of course you did.
Patrick, you know my eyes do not lie.
What patrick? Huh? Huh?
"Few are those who see with their own eyes, and feel with their own hearts"
--Albert Einstein
the eyes lead to the soul and the eyes do not lie.your's are beautiful as ever.
"The eyes are the mirror of the soul"
--Yiddish proverb
Oh, those eyes, predatory, catlike... yummy
Brigid, Patrick is a gentleman and will not tell. I love the quotes. True words indeed.
Expei, thank you for your kind words.
John, soft smiles. You know me well.
Lovely eyes, S.
Do I see a nose piercing?
And your comment to Daemon has me wanting to bury my face in a man, his neck, his chest, perhaps lower. Grrrrr.
Tess, thank you. Yes, my nose is pierced. It's an interesting story I will have to share some time. As for D, we dream it at our own peril.
I love you S.
Oh, mine is pierced too. I very nearly passed out, such a pain slut, huh. Thought it would be like piercing my ear, ha.
As for burying my face in the scent of a man, I wasn't necessarily speaking of D, though turn that down I would not. Peril be damned.
My Oso....love you too.
Tess...the pain wasn't bad, only lasts a moment. The reward has been great. I'm sure D would be amused at our conversation. Scent is a huge turn on for me. And to have a man's scent remain after he has left creates wonderful memories.
tess, just where is this "comment to Daemon"? Am I missing something? All this talk about "scent" and "bury my face" jesus what a bunch of tramps.
OK, all seriousness aside......Esther and I had a lovely weekend. She is a little older, a little taller, and a little smarter. She takes command, and by all the gods, I love it. loveitloveitloveit.
Patrick? Have you heard the definition of a gentleman? French whores used to say "a gentleman supports himself on his elbows"
Hi to Mistress and I hope I do not offend you by chatting at length. I am scared shitless of you. Please don't scold me and I will kiss you where you are warmest and darkest.
(Patrick) I have a bad elbow....and I never claimed to be a Gentleman.
That's fine honey, I like to get on top.
Enough.
Brigid, you will find D on Sadistic Excess. I have a link to his blog. I recommend you treat him with the utmost respect.
French whores may use that definition, but as I'm not neither french nor a whore...we go by my meanings.
You should be scared shitless of me. You are talking sass on my domain. And of course you will kiss me where I choose.
Oso, you are many things love. And gentleman is one of them. Even if you don't use your elbows.
yeah..I have been called alot of things....but I like the ones you call me best.
I still carry the wounds from our last encounter.....fingernails digging deep into my hand as I held her down...and took her..... my blood running down my hand...mixing with our sweat and other things. As I sit in class...I look at the half moon scars on the web of my hand...and am reminded of the look in those beautiful green eyes as she looses control. I love her so.
Brigid, while you do not feel my hands, I silence your voice. When you can behave you will be welcome back.
S, I look forward to tonite.
I am so lost in those beautiful green eyes.
Thank you for a spending the evening with me.....sorry you got a little wet. They should put safety caps on those darn water bottles, don't you agree?
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