Pretty Brown Eyes

You know what I miss most about having a woman in my life? It’s not the sex or cooking or having someone there when I’m sick or stressed.

That stuff is cool but what I miss most is big pretty brown eyes looking up at me. In the morning when I wake up and the first thing I see are those eyes. At night when she steps out the shower and those big pretty eyes are tired or lusty.

Eyes are the window to the soul and I’m in the business of romancing souls. Because telling a woman she’s beautiful is great; telling her she’s sexy is cool. Pushing her against a door, holding her ribs while kissing her is better. But nothing compares to looking her in those perfectly big and pretty eyes and she just knows you don’t want to be anywhere else.

I notice eyelashes, eyebrows, cheekbones, those small features that make her different. I notice the moistness of her lips and the wetness of her tongue. All those traits that compliment the eyes.

Eyes don’t lie when words do.

Eyes are the key that unlock the door to perfectly nasty moments between adults.

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