Ized by eyes

Everyone has a thing . You know that thing that captures your fancy; that jellifies your knees; that thing that ramps your hormones up. That thing, without which nothing else matters.

My thing is eyes. More than tall, more than smart, more than funny, more than nice hands, more than a deep mellifluous voice. If the eyes don’t ize nothing else counts, nothing else matters.

I’ve gotten lost in eyes.
I’ve drowned in eyes.
Been mesmerized and magnetized.
By eyes.

I’ve been comatized. Narcotized
I’ve been compromised and tyrannized
By eyes.

I’ve been energized. Sexualized
And even victimized

By eyes…

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