[Half Way Up]

[ian_ir]

Lets start with

Teal on the high heels

Over laid white circles

Forming floral patterns

And a butterfly to keep the eye

Eyes are eyes

And they travel

Can’t help but notice then

The suede black straps kissing tight

Such attractive a foot silver/golden buckle

Touching your skin

Urge is to hug them with my hands

Press and run an oily thumb on the sole of your foot

Poetry the background music

Interweaved your toes and my fingers mingle

In pictures the mind formed

My eyes are wandering again

Slowly caressing up the smooth skin of your crossed legs

I should be paying attention to the poet

Tell that to my eyes

Slightly lost in the heat of the moment now

Fuck is this desire?

At this point the ability to feel has transposed from my fingertips to my eyes

Don’t judge me I’ve kind of lost my self control

It’s the eyes that are caressing

Your legs all the way up the calf muscle slowly

Shin and knee cap thigh stop! stop!

Senses are converging into one now my eyes can smell too

Reached the black border of your peach thin cotton skirt

Blocked off just in time because

At this moment I started to taste you with my eyes

You tasted addictively good

At this point I am staring at you and I want you to know that I am staring at you

And if you weren’t my company tonight already I would have made you mine

At this moment I’ve stopped listening to the poet

You have heat rushing around my whole body

You are gorgeous

I WANT!