All the cliches in love poetry, it turns out, are true. <br />Eyes have sex organs and sex organs have eyes. <br /> <br />As Ma Ananda Sheela said of Rajneesh: <br />He didn't sleep with me, but he was a man of my eyes. <br /> <br />From across the room, her eyes made mouths at him; <br />But she discovered that she was moist between her legs. <br /> <br />Without saying anything she did it all with him; <br />Women are like that, he thought, silent but devastating. <br /> <br />He did nothing to her, but she still squirmed uncomfortably; <br />Eyes, not hands, should be clean. <br /> <br />With mounting pleasure her lids dimmed gradually; <br />When the eye of love opens, the other shuts automatically. <br /> <br />When she said, exasperated, but I have only two eyes, <br />How conveniently one forgets oneself, he thought shamelessly. <br /> <br />[Ffrom The Serene Flame]<br /><br />Makarand Paranjape<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyes-153/
