In the blink of an...

Silky lips,
Ragged cheeks,
Careless hair,

Intense eyes,

Eyes burning through the surface,
Analyzing, formulating, judging,
but never really caring about the subject they contemplate,

I sought to please those eyes,
I put on a spectacle of blissful laughs, intellectual nods, and a collected posture,
But those eyes smoldered through my imagination,
Those eyes saw a juvenile smile, droopy lids, and sweaty palms,

Although they never cared, they still looked from time to time,
A debonair glance, a scrutinized gaze,

But no longer,

Those eyes have found a perpetual subject of interest,
They see the nape of a benevolent neck,
A gentle tongue caressing slick teeth,
Beautifully lethargic legs waiting to capture and enrapture,

Those eyes indulge in a perennial fixation,

I mechanically scan…
Silky lips,
Ragged cheeks,
Careless hair,

But the intense eyes are veiled,
The eyes looking at me have no interest,

And why should they?