I see their eyes, the predatory lust.
"Whatya mean you never?"
"A taste of Mister Big will cure you!"
"Have you thought about a shrink?"
So I keep my eyes cast down.

We meet at an author's tea.
A pair of women, alone.
Coffee together, then a dinner.
Another and a kiss.
Lunch in the garden, then love in her bed.

Her eyes that laugh and question.
Her eyes as she takes me into heaven.
Her eyes as she succumbs to my finger's touch.
Her eyes as we lie entwined.
She lets me look up again.