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In The Eye Of The Beholder
by
Paul Curtis
Her eyes of velvet hazel brown
Looked at me and then look down
Her nose twitched and she bit her lip
Then she composed herself and took a sip
She fought to suppress it for a while
Then her full lips broke into a smile
I stared at the cur vaciousness in her gown
Then her brow furrowed into a frown
Under my gaze her lashes fluttered nervously
Her eyebrows raised disapprovingly
As I looked at her figure shamelessly
Picturing her body naked before me
The skin of her cheeks flushed deep red
Then proudly she held up her head
She flicks the brunette strands of hair
Off her face as I stand and stare
I love the beautiful things in life
So what’s wrong with ogling my own wife?
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