They say eyes are the windows to our soul
How does our soul speak? With tears
We cry when we’re happy, when we’re sad
We cry when the rush of orgasms flood our senses
We cry when the pain of a cut is unbearable
They say it’s unmanly to cry but I feel it’s the opposite
It’s unmanly to hold tears hostage
How can you truly enjoy the pleasure, the pain, the passion if you
Never cry?
Tears of love
Tears of fear
Tears of passion
Watching her pack a bag, knowing she’ll never cum at my touch again
Lying on the couch and feeling a hair clip she left behind
Taking a shower and seeing her soap
The tears mingling flooding my eyes, cleansing my soul
Not knowing if he’ll live throughout the night
My family crying and nervous
My tears aren’t out of fear
My tears aren’t out of hurt
The tears that flowed from my eyes were that of relief
Relief that he will be in pain no more.
Playing in her hair, the panties fitting her like a glove
Kissing her neck, my hands finding nirvana
With a flick of my tongue she shivers, the tears fall
~ Demez F. White