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Nearly awake, the usual near-sleep urges charge my loins, yet this morning different images flow, unbidden, through my still drowsy minds eye.
Dark eyes, to pull me in
Deep eyes, to pull me in
Dark eyes, to hold me in
Deep eyes, to begin again.
Unbidden, these images, yet not surprise. I wander far realms, dark hallways, internal strife for the illicit yearning to delve deeper in secrets. Yet, I found myself caught by a sad and beautiful face. Gaze turned aside, searching for what, I do not know.
Maybe I'm a sucker for a woman who is beautiful of being as well as form. Maybe I secretly seek to wipe away the sadness. Or maybe, just maybe, the image in my minds eye spoke of the change the morning heralds.