reading eyes

I’m not good at reading eyes. But there’s a particular set I’ll always recognize. The eyes of pure desire, the eyes of uncertainty. If her eyes are pinned on you, unwavering, it’s an expression of sheer want. Lust and desire is visible. Uncertainty screams. The ambivalence is clear. It’s hard to hide. Because you don’t know what to. Her eyes will measure, consider, and calculate your intentions, your potentials, your pieces. And you know what those eyes are. Because once you read those eyes once, you will see them again.