the east-bound is crumbling
She stares into his slim green blue eyes. He smiles and slips her the tongue.
She looks into her brown eyes coated with green. They smile. She moves over and puts one arm around her. They share a coffee house armchair.
She stares into his forest green, brown hazel eyes. She smiles. They kiss.
She stares into his big brown eyes. She bites his neck. He returns the bite. They "wrestle."
She stares into his yellow brown eyes. His eyes search each of hers. He climbs through the window.
She glances over at his hazel green eyes. He looks over, she looks over. She holds the hand that isn't steering.
She stares into his friendly blue eyes. He stares and smiles back. She smiles and turns red. They embrace.
She stares into her own hazelish brown eyes. All she sees are her eyes. Her mind is blank, peering only into the physical nature of her eyes, searching for the soul that seeks out other souls through the eyes of her lovers. She stares and stares... where's the essence? They exist, but where is the human within. As much as she convinces her self that it's there.. she leaves the mirror and her empty thoughts and generates satisfaction from pot. "I know i'm human. otherwise i wouldn't feel all the emotions that i've felt. How is it that my eyes reflect the image of myself as a human in my mind, but in the mirror it reflects just another human being? I deceive... even myself... "
She looks into her brown eyes coated with green. They smile. She moves over and puts one arm around her. They share a coffee house armchair.
She stares into his forest green, brown hazel eyes. She smiles. They kiss.
She stares into his big brown eyes. She bites his neck. He returns the bite. They "wrestle."
She stares into his yellow brown eyes. His eyes search each of hers. He climbs through the window.
She glances over at his hazel green eyes. He looks over, she looks over. She holds the hand that isn't steering.
She stares into his friendly blue eyes. He stares and smiles back. She smiles and turns red. They embrace.
She stares into her own hazelish brown eyes. All she sees are her eyes. Her mind is blank, peering only into the physical nature of her eyes, searching for the soul that seeks out other souls through the eyes of her lovers. She stares and stares... where's the essence? They exist, but where is the human within. As much as she convinces her self that it's there.. she leaves the mirror and her empty thoughts and generates satisfaction from pot. "I know i'm human. otherwise i wouldn't feel all the emotions that i've felt. How is it that my eyes reflect the image of myself as a human in my mind, but in the mirror it reflects just another human being? I deceive... even myself... "