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Blogs > rm_Kallisti_5 > The Id's Metatron

It's in the eyes.  

rm_Kallisti_5 43M
45 posts
3/13/2008 12:38 pm

Last Read:
3/15/2008 5:05 pm
It's in the eyes.
Without doubt, it's all in the eyes.

You can see it online, anywhere, everywhere, the positive and negative examples are ubiquitous. Hundreds of thousands, millions, maybe, of pictures hoping to allure you, entice you, draw you near. An unending stream of waists, tits, pussies, asses, cocks, balls, and chests. Dozens of video clip websites shot by amateurs (in a literal sense-"lover of") with handheld digital recorders. The camera bumps around, trying to focus on a centered cock sliding in and out of a smooth, round, out-of-focus ass. Perhaps a lower-back tattoo, perhaps not.

But it's the eyes, every time.

Smiling, playful, devious. A wisp of hair hangs across one eye, making you notice its playful absence. If the eyes are attending something besides the camera, you wonder what is so distracting. Was this an interrupted laugh? An ironic demurity? Without a hint of grin, eyes locked forward, the intensity is frightening, and you wonder if you can keep up, measure up.

The eyes are truth, which is why I don't enjoy professional porn. The moans, motions, words--they are, to a small degree, fake and distracted, yes, but the real sin is that they are forced. In life, many of us can tell the difference between a good lover, one who is enjoying the moment, clumsy or skilled, verse a lover who is trying to be good, trying to impress. The difference between someone who loves to dance, feel the rhythm and motion in every joint, against those who want to be watched, the cooling hint of calculation.

But the eyes are truth, even when they close in intensity, face screwing up in concentration, engulfed in feeling, grasping, hunting, chasing a hard cum, or, just before the "little death", they seek the ceiling, unfocused, grasping at nothing, like clenching fingers and toes.

I'll take the eyes, every time. I'll take a wink over a brush of hair. I'll take a stolen glance over a dance-floor grind. I'll take a portrait over nude breast. And I'll take that overpowering, swallowing mid-coital stare over anything else the world has to offer.
unkali 46F

3/15/2008 11:48 am

 these are the words that i wish were at my grasp.
your words unarticulated, the meaning the same, have been swimming in my mind these past few days.
thank you.


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