Eyes Of Love

by Barbara Lynn Terry

Sitting on the sofa

watching the movie unfold,

we turned our attention to each other.

The movie is about…

oh I forgot, as I lose myself

in our passionate embrace.

We kiss, fondle, and kiss again

our hands roam freely

over the other’s softness.

Our nipples are erect

the moistness becomes a river

and the movie drones on

as we make our own sweet,

romantic passion for each other.

We lie next to each other

continuing our embrace,

piece by piece clothing falls to the floor

except one piece hiding our

moist, flowing, rivers of love.

We don’t hear the movie anymore

our passion fills our ears

and brings to ecstacy

our flowing, yet staying power of love

until we are spent, just lying there

looking at each other

with eyes of love.