All the cliches in love poetry, it turns out, are true.
Eyes have sex organs and sex organs have eyes.
As Ma Ananda Sheela said of Rajneesh:
He didn't sleep with me, but he was a man of my eyes.
From across the room, her eyes made mouths at him;
But she discovered that she was moist between her legs.
Without saying anything she did it all with him;
Women are like that, he thought, silent but devastating.
He did nothing to her, but she still squirmed uncomfortably;
Eyes, not hands, should be clean.
With mounting pleasure her lids dimmed gradually;
When the eye of love opens, the other shuts automatically.
When she said, exasperated, but I have only two eyes,
How conveniently one forgets oneself, he thought shamelessly.
[Ffrom The Serene Flame]