Faberge's

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul          
Well, her windows must reside at 432 Park Avenue          
Overlooking New York City’s prestigious Central Park          
For her soul is worth looking into      
and she is worth having no matter the cost          
Her Asiatic eyes, exotic and alluring,      
are housed inside a rare and beautiful piece of prime real estate          
They are auspiciously irresistible and hypnotic      
her Soul impeccably sweet and rapturous          
I get lost in translation trying to decipher the      
categorical imperative of her philosophical dictum          
They are crafted magnificently, her eyes          
I become entombed in them      
like fossils interred inside ember          
Without a shadow of a doubt, I belong to her          
The eyes see’s what the heart wants      
I am hers to have and to own          
So erotic they draw me into the sensual side of life      
and cloak me in passionate wildfire          
I must truly admit though      
when I’m staring deeply into them  
those one of a kind faberge's   
they make me want to pluck them out      
and sell them to the highest bidder          
         
The Eyes Have It