THE EYES OF JABARI

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When you first experience Jabari, you have to be prepared for the power of his eyes.

Some people in this world have hazel colored eyes, or ocean blue eyes, or even light brown eyes with burnt maple edges. These people have eyes that are so unique we often stare at them with an amusing fascination.

There is nothing extraordinary about the texture of Jabari's eyes. His eyes are black with a subtle Asian slant, but that's all a person could really say about them. Countless pictures will reveal to you how unremarkable his eyes actually are---until he looks at you. It is then that you will feel an ice cube beginning to melt its way down your spine.

Jabari eyes have the ability to physically and mentally arrest you. He will look at you with so much passion and intensity and depth that some part of you feels vulnerable and naked in his presence. You might attempt to look away from him initially, to not accept the reality that your every secret, your every thought, your every emotion and sentiment is on public display. This doesn't work.


When Jabari's eyes steal over the fullness of your body, as if soaking in every detail of your presence, you will experience an intoxicating sense of weightlessness. It's at this moment that the true power of Jabari's eyes becomes abruptly apparent. He has the eyes of a man who can dig deep into the core of you in a matter of seconds, exploring intimate details about your character that you were not initially prepared to share.

He will smile at you next, a gentle smile, soft and full and so expressively charming that you feel clothed again. You will feel welcomed and appreciated. He has the smile of a man who loves life dearly, the smile of a helpless romantic incarcerated by a Peter Pan spirit. Jabari smiles the way a ghetto child does on Christmas Eve, full of hope and promise and naive expectation.

A part of your brain will exhale a deep sigh of relief. You will defiantly tell yourself that there is no way a smile this relaxed and this soothing can belong to the same face that produced such penetrating eyes. Doubt enters the moment you experience his smile. Is it possible you merely imagined the intensity of his eyes before?

But beware of Jabari's smile. It's deceptively innocent, a mere transition phase--the calm before the storm. Don't let your guards down, for he is about to part his lips and whisper something gently into your ear. Be prepared. If you can, mentally press a button that mutes out majority of his words, only then will you have a fighting chance at resisting temptation.

Like a clever magician, his smile will attempt to distract you from the secrets of the illusion to come. This is your chance to escape the auditorium. This is your opportunity to walk away and maintain control over the direction of your imagination.

If you remain in his presence a moment longer, the contents your thoughts will no longer belong to you. The desire that floats through your system will sail away into a place you have never explored before. The back of your neck will begin to crave caresses it had never dared to demand before. You will find yourself longing for something new and adventurous. The density of your nipples will fluctuate beyond your control. The bare essence of your feminine being will throb for an artistic release that can only come from the creative use of verbal foreplay--a form of seduction that doesn't require your body to be stroked, caressed, kissed, penetrated, or even touched to experience a form of nature's bliss.

The idea that the peak of your desires can be safely explored without removing a shredding of clothing will seem utterly impossible. To imagine that you can reach climatic plateaus without succumbing to another's touch will mystify you. Some logical part of your mind will rebel against this idea. Now curiosity will make you stay longer than you should.

Neither man nor angel can slip so deeply inside a woman's mind. No one can successfully introduce a female to the tremors of an orgasm without laying at least a finger across the surface of her body. You were convinced of this. But like the audience who doubted the illusionist when he made the Statue of Liberty disappear, your mistake comes the moment you refuse to believe. By objecting so strongly, you stay long enough to be proven wrong.

It is now that Jabari begins to whisper into your ear. Along with his words comes a hurricane. There is now no escaping the verbal spider web being sensuously woven around the edges of your imagination. You might as well close your eyes, stretch out your arms, and allow your spirit to be carried away like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ. The moment your ears let in Jabari's words, reality as you once knew it begins to crumble away. In the place of your former reality sprouts an intriguing tale where you are the main character. Each sentence undresses another layer of your soul.

A moment ago you merely felt naked, but now you realize you actually are naked--it doesn't matter that your clothes are still on and he hasn't touched you. Reality has become distorted. You can distinctly feel the night air caressing the small of your back. You can feel your bare feet soaking into the dewy dampness of the grass. You can see the glimmer of the moonlight reflecting off the roundness of your breasts. You can smell the scent of Nature's flowers as they release their seeds into the wind. You can feel your heart yearning for more, your body craving for even an accidental touch. You wonder, at the last moment, which reality represents the truth.

What good are clothes, you wonder, if someone can break into your imagination and strip them off so easily? You allowed yourself to underestimate the power of words. You read books, but you never journeyed to the place the author was attempting to send you. You watched movies, but your eyes tricked you into paying more attention to the action and the visual images. You had been called beautiful by countless men, yet you were more focused on their appearance, approach, actions, height, and their social status than the words that bungee jumped from their lips.

Your imagination becomes the captive of profound words. You feel your legs spreading apart. The wet essence of your being kisses the lips of the night's air. You pause to wonder where your panties went. You feel something growing deep inside of you, slowly filling the walls of your pleasure, curiously exploring every inch of you with deliberate patience. Your whole body screams out in satisfaction. An explosive desire begins to ignite inside of you. Your brain tries to claw away at the last remnants of ecstasy. Flustered, you defiantly declare that such intensely persuasive words should never be spoken again.

You open your eyes, hesitantly, and realize you are still dressed and untouched. You begin to wonder what happened. You plead with your imagination to explain how one man's words could penetrate it so easily. Then you remember how it all started...

It all started with the eyes.

It continued with the deep, passionate smile of a master illusionist who was not afraid to delve into the essence of who you are as a woman.

It ended with the words that were so powerful they could bend reality to cater to your dreams.


THE END

(Dedicated to Clarissa Reed, a priceless jewel who encourages me and challenges me to write about things I would normally think are boring and dry. Thank you. I have become a better writer and a better person as a result. Now you have to write a poem about, ah, bullfrogs---my challenge to YOU!!)