The Way They Both Look at Me

One set is green.

The other is blue.

The colors of land and sea.

I find myself running toward his dominance while I swim away from the intensity of the other.

There are times that I desire to have both of them. Four hands roaming my body instead of two.

One set of lips on my neck, whispering between kisses of all the dirty pleasurable things he wants to do to me.

The other wanders down my chest, sucking and nibbling all my sensitive areas because he knows just what to do to make me tick.

Green eyes- darken with patience, like he already knows I won’t leave untouched. They beg and wait for permission before they take me apart.

Blue eyes- his gaze holds too long, dissolving into black with the weight of needing me. Asking for more than my body- it wants to bind what’s beneath it.

One is steady, commanding, waiting for me to choose where I kneel.

The other is restless, consuming, wanting me swallowed whole.

I drift between soil and tide,

Craving roots and waves,

Control and surrender.