Love making with eyes wide open

You knocked on my door. 

I unlocked.

You penetrated into my house.

I served you a drink.

You had a sip.

I showed you around.

You visited all the rooms.

I asked you to have a seat.

You grabbed the chair.

I cast my look at you.

Your eyes two windows shut.

I pointed to the door.

Your eyes two rivers flooding.

I stepped on the balcony.

I waved your shade off as it disappeared in the dark.

I let my words fly to your ears:

"It’s not my vagina. It’s my look that yearns to be penetrated".