Why can't eyes speak? When, if given voice, could say volumes more. With such truth and sincerity as is lost in language. I am blighted by words. They fail and distress and complicate everythign that is true and simple and sweet. Arms say so much more, as do hands and fingertips. Hips speak in thunderous volumes. A walk could topple buildings as it strode by. Smiles wisper honest desire. The head moves in expressions of great need. Breasts and thights know how to bekon with trained ease. Curves no how to be the very definition of felicity. eyes carry the very truth inherent in the soul. I am blighted by words.