My eyes have Iron.

Why is it that my eyes
have a mind of their own?
Is it that their mounds of Venuses
are more pronounced than mine?
Or are they my true pleasure centers?
There is no way I can distract the pair
when a maiden crosses my path.
The two of them have to lower their
angle and look straight at her chest.
I bet women have magnets in there.

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carol
lolol trust me we dont its your eyes lol
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Desiree
oh my :)))) I dont think so..LOL. nice write :)))
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