Your Hazel Eyes

:: Wolverine, Fox Mulder, and their smoldering hazel eyes.  Coincidence? I don’t think so!  I longed for a gentleman with hazel eyes to have his wicked ways with me, and here’s a slice of my erotic mind, in poetry. ::

I’m drawn to your hazel eyes,
Deep brown of tree bark
With sparkles of pine

I wake up to the warm brown eyes of a patient father,
A gentleman raised with values,
A man of strength and sensitivity,
A shoulder I can cry on,
A best friend in time of need.

Your brown eyes searching for things to fix,
homes to build, truth to uncover, ways to love
Dependable and honest
You are the companion I’ve been looking for

I come home to be surprised by the green eyes of a familiar stranger from Rio
Striding toward me, guiding me with his animal instinct,
He kisses me on the cheeks,

rubbing his hands on my breasts,
Teasing me, invoking in me a deep primitive passion.
I collapse into his arms,
allowing my body to become soft,
Letting him support me,
letting the exotic color of his eyes guide me into an erotic world of sensual pleasure.
Devious grins and a slow tango of desire,
You are the lover I’ve been dreaming of.

I’m drawn to your hazel eyes,
I’m drunk in your hazel eyes.
Oh I’m drowning in your hazel eyes!
I’m drowning in you.