All the streets are crammed with things, eager to be held. I know what hands are for and I'd like to help myself. You ask me the time but I sense something more, and I would like to give you what I think you're asking for.
Here are a couple of hunks (prior to their previous haircuts) laying back and relaxing in bed. I do believe that this is where the term “bedroom eyes” applies.
Despite appearances, I have not photoshopped that snap of dear little Ezra™. No, he really, truly does possess the kind of pensive eyes not normally found outside of Jersey cows and Japanese soft toys.