A LOVELY CHILL

CAROL'S EYES My Love, would you mind if I took the time, to share a lovely chill that tickles my smile? It's your eyes! I'm afraid that I lose myself in them. In their promise. In their million shades of a million blues. I have to confess they inspire in me a dark red desire, a desire that flares with a devilish pucker in a place I won't mention now, ( later, alone, I'll tell you in a whisper but I deviate) When your eyes touch mine, my thoughts hitchhike on highway mischief like a teenager barefoot on scorching hot slate. Sometimes, my sweet I imagine diving head first into our locked stare. There I bathe in the milk of your DREAM EYES And in the fix of my wake I reach the surface drenched in the solitude of your loving glare. I feel compelled to tell you that my body, my whole body, trembles in my admiration of them. What I am trying to say, my love, is... OH MY GOD, YOUR EYES! Armand Hamouth