What is it about the eyes of certain women? The ones that stare through you, taunting - knowing your very soul as if you didn't have it hidden behind 2 tons of cement wall, steel girders, and lead coating?
Their eyes can be the deepest blue, the most bliss full green, or senuous brown - it doesn't matter. The eyes of any woman, if they know how to use their power, can melt any man into mush.
There must be an answer to preventing this. I can't focus on what I'm doing. I'll talk to a woman whose eyes lull me into a relaxed euphoria and I slowly fall into them, swimming around carelessly, as if there was nothing else going on around me. She could suggest I go to hell, and I'd be happy to do so.
It's just not fair. Why do I have to be so addicted to women?
Their eyes can be the deepest blue, the most bliss full green, or senuous brown - it doesn't matter. The eyes of any woman, if they know how to use their power, can melt any man into mush.
There must be an answer to preventing this. I can't focus on what I'm doing. I'll talk to a woman whose eyes lull me into a relaxed euphoria and I slowly fall into them, swimming around carelessly, as if there was nothing else going on around me. She could suggest I go to hell, and I'd be happy to do so.
It's just not fair. Why do I have to be so addicted to women?
I'm so glad SOMEbody saw that 3 wise men SNL!