Erotic Poetry: Cold Eyes

Cold Eyes

She does not like the cold look in his eyes,
When he looks up to meet her pleading glance;
She would have turned away, were she more wise,
But, she is daring and will take the chance
To challenge with a silent stare that shines
With tears that gather, ready to be shed;
She'd blush were she not sure that her designs
Are understood, for he's already read
The level of resistance that she has
To plans he's made to spank her bare behind;
And press her to his lap: it's all because
He knows he must be cruel to be kind;
It's not as if she's unaware of this:
His cold eyes mark the fact that she is his.