once again your eyes

your eyes look up at me,  
toy with me...  
i look down,  
your eyes so wide...  
they gaze at me...  
how can i not look...  
your eyes have hold of me...  
have a special grip...  
like that of a whip...  
they cast on me...  
your eyes..i beg of thee...  
tell me of your eyes...  
and what do they magically see...  
 
 on your magical eyes...  
i see them,  
i see them..hoping to hear what they have to say.  
to read them more...  
to see what means most, what they adore,  
what brings fright...  
and curious of their delight.  
what mask those eyes...  
what might turn them gray  
or cause them, to turn away.