# EYES.
Not your chest, nor rear
Can ever, my mind, steer.
Not my length hitting throat’s depths
Nor climax that denies history’s concepts.
No clawing of orbs
Can heighten the love for you that my body only absorbs.
No time spent twisting, turning, or torturing sheets
Can cement the passions and wants my heart keeps.
No such actual dent, that you can, time willing, spend
Will ever match the feelings already spent, or rival the fatal rhythm that my heart would bend.
On time, after time, after time
I can not ever imitate that moment or make it rhyme.
Can never copy or mimic
A reality that before long, pushes my heart to the sick.
I only remember one
One moment that made such so sharp it stung.
Your eyes.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ke8rdu/m_a_poem_about_the_women_who_truly_change_us