Looking directly into the windows of the soul, speaks of loyalty, a deeper need to know, also a way of feeling out actions, upon a gazeful stance to behold.
In the throws of passion, well any sexual act, its adds heightened arousal’s mystique allure of boldness, due to depth filled beauty by wondrous eye contact.
Don’t mind me, I use it for all of these, as well as in anger.
Being a Scorpio it’s one of my main attributes to analyze and observe everything.
In precautious event, I have to stare down into the cold eyes again, of danger..
Do you celebrate your eye contact?
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
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