Eyes

All the cliches in love poetry, it turns out, are true. Eyes have sex organs and sex organs have eyes. As Ma Ananda Sheela said of Rajneesh: He didn't sleep with me, but he was a man of my eyes. From across the room, her eyes made mouths at him; But she discovered that she was moist between her legs. Without saying anything she did it all with him; Women are like that, he thought, silent but devastating. He did nothing to her, but she still squirmed uncomfortably; Eyes, not hands, should be clean. With mounting pleasure her lids dimmed gradually; When the eye of love opens, the other shuts automatically. When she said, exasperated, but I have only two eyes, How conveniently one forgets oneself, he thought shamelessly. [Ffrom The Serene Flame]