The bite of her eyes

The bite of her eyes

 Beautiful brown
So deep I see eternity

Not of the heavenly kind,
but of euphoria found in the hour spent browsing her mind  

The days God spent mining the rubies to jewel her lips 

Taste of pure sex candy 

Red truer than the spectrum allows 
Softer than the best sleeping cloud

Pursed in perfect form
kiss is written in glossy script

The rest - her face
Is nothing short of God's grace

A gift given to a sex unworthy of her existence

But you say even angels have flaws 

Yes, you are right 
Some visual 
Some internal

Just understand 
the creator of this art 

has

made no mistakes 

A flaw to others is a constant reminder 

That she is magnificent in all her inconsistencies 

Imperfections are gifts from heaven that allows a peasant such as me 

to 

even fantasies about a being so pure to the worlds tasting

A glacier in movement with the power to crush a small mind made for man 

A man with the desires of a boy

And all she has to do is just stand

and

glance my way

Knees buckle 
My life runs away

But my dreams of lust are brave and willing to play

On her playground of liquid 

Shifting my mind with each movement  and sway