Doe’s Eyes

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_

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