Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my innocence
In the fleeting half a second when it becomes visible
Darkness cups gently her body as we lay
Wicked films of lust from dreams
Tentatively brush against my mind in circles
Only when gray eyes close are I to play
With the moon bleeding on my hand
My fingers moves-neck, lips, breast, nipple
The room was silent with nothing to say
Cool windows watched down with stuffed ears
As I gaze in wonder and awe at beauty so simple
Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my evils
In the fleeing moments when its most visible