Dedicated to anyone with tanned eyes...
Your eyes, they're hazel, it turns me nuts in sober.
Like a newly born pearl, in the deepest ocean cover.
Like a tree tusk, except to your glance, it is rougher.
It's like honey.
Which from a queen bee, the hive’s hovered.
It's like an antique violin.
It's wooden, worn out, alluring, seemingly in slumber.
Whenever you glimpse, up or down, it's like a quick snake attack, makes me shiver.
It's like whiskey.
It makes me drunk, intoxicated, amble like a river.
It's like an exquisite rich man shoe, the more I look at it, the more it shines, blinds me however.
It's like an elegant woman, it makes me stare, drool, then quiver.
Your eyes are like meat.
I have on my dinner.
Because I'm a lion, I stride looking for meat.
And once I find you, I'll eat your eyes by mine, demolishing hunger.
I am hungry.