The eyes are the window to the soul.
I love men. I love loving men.
There are many parts to aman to love: their shoulders; their hands; their beards.
But their eyes is where I find their secrets. It’s in their eyes that I find myself.
Eyes never lie.
You can look into the eyes of a man and see his soul; you can glimpse in them in the morning and see a sleepy arousal; you can look into their eyes and hear a throaty growl.
Men’s eyes are a gateway to their shoulders and their penises.
When I look into the eyes of a lover I find a blessed bliss.