Bedroom Eyes

His fingertips lightly grazed my bare skin. My head lay against his chest and I could hear his steady heartbeat. The power I possess, bedroom eyes, and soft curves. My collarbone jutting forward so nakedly and a positively seductive vulnerability. His eyes glaze over with lust, blissfully unaware of the rest of the world. We have our own world. Human lust uncontrollable. His glassy eyes stare at me. And close again in pleasure. Our lips later become raspberry red and puffy from kissing, the lovers lingering signs. Of course there would be slight bruises on inner thighs and perhaps bite marks on necks.

Blood dancing through water.

Billowing, appearing

as smoke travels through air.

Infinite.

No end,

infinite black,

so much better

than infinite white.

For my mind

at least.

Nakedness.

Why is undressing and nakedness so often tied to sexuality? What is so erotic about the nipple? How about the full roundness of a breast? Just as the breast is round, the knee is bony, and teeth are white. The human body, eyelashes, collarbones, the back, genitalia, are all beautiful. Though some invoke lust while others do not.