Your eyes
beautiful brown eyes
are taunting me
teasing me
knowing that
in the midst
of these people
I can't touch you
kiss you
hold your hand
You raise an eyebrow
quirk a lip
enjoying your power
Making me sweat
and squirm
eyes looking at me
promises made
waiting impatiently
until these people
are gone
and there is only
you and me
and your bedroom eyes
fulfilling untold delights.
Beth Shaw 01/14/01