Turn Around, It's Those Eyes Again
It's All In Those Eyes
Clouds that fall on weary eyes and rain that drops on upturned faces,
Small, quick tongues that capture moisture so deeply desired by others.
Streaks in the sky, crackling, burning, heavy clouds.
Cold, cold rain.
Shivering, shivering hold me close.
Cold, cold, I need your warmth.
One hand twisted through my hair.
The other clutching my waist.
Both my hands tangled in your long, black hair.
If only James could see us now,
If only we could see Peter’s expression,
And Lily’s eyes.
If only we weren’t the last,
And here we are, glued together,
A never ending clash on mouthshandstongues.
And here we are, in the rain
In the storm.
And I’m looking into your blue eyes, surrounded by tiny flecks of gray.
Without the cockiness or pride or bravado,
Instead,
They are full of hop and desire and longing.
And they are looking right back at me.
You kiss me again.
I soar.
Your tongue swiping gently at my bottom lip,
Your hands touching (caressing) every part of me that they can reach.
I kiss back.
Pulling you closer.
The rain soaking us through.
But I’m not cold anymore.
You whisper things to me,
Your breath hot against my ear,
Soft, sweet, hushed whispers.
Of promises and beautiful things. As beautiful as you, as your name.
“Sirius” I mumble against your lips.
Your breathy moans send tremors through my body.
You are so perfect.
You place my arms around your neck and move your hands to my waist.
I have to look up to see you, to talk to you.
To kiss you.
And I love it.
You keep me safe.
You hold me close, your eyes burning with passion and hunger and just a little bit of something else.
You look straight a me.
Those eyes burning holes into my soul.
“I love you” I say gently
You smile, I grin, We laugh.
“I love you too” you reply, and all the time those eyes are still deliciously burning me.
“Sirius” I whisper as you envelope me into your embrace.
“Remus”
Small, quick tongues that capture moisture so deeply desired by others.
Streaks in the sky, crackling, burning, heavy clouds.
Cold, cold rain.
Shivering, shivering hold me close.
Cold, cold, I need your warmth.
One hand twisted through my hair.
The other clutching my waist.
Both my hands tangled in your long, black hair.
If only James could see us now,
If only we could see Peter’s expression,
And Lily’s eyes.
If only we weren’t the last,
And here we are, glued together,
A never ending clash on mouthshandstongues.
And here we are, in the rain
In the storm.
And I’m looking into your blue eyes, surrounded by tiny flecks of gray.
Without the cockiness or pride or bravado,
Instead,
They are full of hop and desire and longing.
And they are looking right back at me.
You kiss me again.
I soar.
Your tongue swiping gently at my bottom lip,
Your hands touching (caressing) every part of me that they can reach.
I kiss back.
Pulling you closer.
The rain soaking us through.
But I’m not cold anymore.
You whisper things to me,
Your breath hot against my ear,
Soft, sweet, hushed whispers.
Of promises and beautiful things. As beautiful as you, as your name.
“Sirius” I mumble against your lips.
Your breathy moans send tremors through my body.
You are so perfect.
You place my arms around your neck and move your hands to my waist.
I have to look up to see you, to talk to you.
To kiss you.
And I love it.
You keep me safe.
You hold me close, your eyes burning with passion and hunger and just a little bit of something else.
You look straight a me.
Those eyes burning holes into my soul.
“I love you” I say gently
You smile, I grin, We laugh.
“I love you too” you reply, and all the time those eyes are still deliciously burning me.
“Sirius” I whisper as you envelope me into your embrace.
“Remus”