My Eyes Were On The Sun Poem by James McLain

I could not avoid your eye
though my ego sore
when there you sat down hoped openly
and with the sky
your wet and moist purple panties
between your moisture and your eyes
you, my face you read as if the book
which you wrote and like the sky
was more open to far
and my breath raised
a brief pity lent me your strength
so that I see and I saw it pink
and the red in the center of your sun
how it ran and ran
and my finger guided by your hand was too
l in your interior
so that you came
and then the sky was covered again
those clouds and my eyes were on your sun
and your panties were so moist I could not move them
mercy and more than mercy as you sat
more openly untill i could catch my breath again.