By Frank Weber
Copyright ©2023
She’s tinsel and
gold sparkles and
sometimes ruby red
but it’s her doe’s eyes
that forever glisten and shine
under twinkling white lights
with a shimmer and glow
in the flickering shadows
that trickle down from the tree.
They shimmer and shine
and grow wider still
in that gifting and certain way
when she sees who she wants
and with a luscious milky skin
and a silky snowflake’s touch
she’s plump peaches and
silky cream left only
to melt under his tongue.
She’s wrapped in blazing red
in the flickers of that star
still those doe’s eyes will
glisten with every pinch
of her curled-in smile…
the smile she saves for him
and no one else.
The scent of her skin and
the taste of her body
and the drifting scents of pine
and candle wax
beneath the tree
are all he can feel
and he swims in them all.
She melts on his tongue
and then once again
she’s silver and
gold and even
ruby, too, with
the tender flesh of
thigh against cheek
she becomes that flaming red
behind those doe’s eyes
sparkling down on him
with every pinch of her knees
and every glance upward
and into her eyes
he can see that
she’s content and she wants
and she knows who she wants
and there isn’t much more
to consider
because there he is
beneath her tree and
she’s opened her gift
and all at once his wants
are fed by the luster of her
Doe’s Eyes.
About Frank Weber:
Frank Weber is a freelance writer from Erie, Pennsylvania. He has been published in several print and digital magazines, local interest books and advertising campaigns as both writer and model. His work encompasses a firm conviction, a simple honesty in written word and enough of a raw edge to make people feel what they read. Website: www.frankietatts.com
Twitter: @frankietatts_
Instagram: @frankietatts
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