A look turns into a stare
a stare into moment
A Moment into a feeling
The iris pulsating a tribal rhythm
The rhythm promises of things to come
the silence encaptures the soul
the pupil swallows it in
Into indefinite depths of realities
of promised things to come
an exhilarating breeze across the skin
Caresses and entangles
to the point of a pleasurous outburst
the curve of the back waiting to arch
Desire reached so high it is uncontained
Yet the eyes won't release me
I dare not look away and give in
Too many stories and tales
Thoughts and emotions
Aeons of time become reality
rapture with pain and sweet hot nights
So many sensations
and yet not a word
drown in that gaze forever
but it is only a moment's time
anything to not look away
anything to stay in locked ecstasy
the ecstasy of a moment
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