Dialated Worship

There's something in your eyes.
I can't quite perfectly describe.
But I'd love to take a lifetime to try.

To memorize every detail of your iris.
Until i could close my own and see them.
As the rythmn of my heart rises.
Leaving me dropped to my knees beneath them.

Speechless in awe, and left in silence.
Begging for any touch to reach you.
It seems impossible to describe,-
This view from level of thighs,-
Looking up at precious eyes,-
I want to teach you.

A lesson in your beauty.
Are you aware of their perfection?
Or the power they possess throughout?

Locking eyes uncage my soul.
These lovely windows of detection.
Are enough to recreate myself devout.

I could worship every pigment.
I would pray you wouldn't blink.
I would clutch your hem,
Forgetting to breathe.

And as my lungs filled again,
I would weep from what i see.
Pupils so deep,
That they instead teach me.

That life is truly amazing.
That i am thankful for each day.
That i have been graced beyond my worth,
To look your way.