Languorous Looks That Pierce Clear Through The Soul

Eyes that hold “…an oppressive stillness… by tiredness or inactivity, especially of a pleasurable kind” kinda look in them. That droopy, tired, empty look. The sharp void-like stares taking everything in, revealing no emotion; seemingly all knowing eyes that see right through to your naked soul. Undress me with those eyes, only look at me with those eyes, let me be the one who brings back pleasure to those eyes.