Behind The Eyes

I watched from behind the button eyes, taking in every minuscule detail.

I memorized every scar, birth mark and every stretch mark on her delicate body. I learned her dislikes and the things she craved the most

Taking it all in, observing her pleasures and distinguishing the fake moans from the real pleasure pleasers. I was learning them to memory. Engraving them into my skull, soon I would be in their place.

Not yet, it was far too early for her to meet me.

Soon.