The Dark EyesA Poem by Jane Winters Rogers
The dark eyes
They stare intently from the pic I find it so hard to look Away, like a butterfly in a field of wild flowersI am free falling Deeper and deeper Your eyes are intense I burn, I ache, I cry, I feel I am captured, completely helpless under your gaze, I want to reach Out and let my fingertip gently caress your stern brow, I long To bite your lips and kiss you deeply until I. Hear you moan, from The sheer taste and thrill of my urgent searching kisses © 2015 Jane Winters RogersFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on March 27, 2015 Last Updated on March 27, 2015 AuthorJane Winters RogersFranklin, OHAboutI'm 65 and have been writing poetry since age 17. I write prose and short stories, including the painter. Another love of mine is skating both ice and roller. I like being social and sharing life stor.. more..Writing
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