She could see the gentleman winding his watch and listening to the works and she swung her leg more in and out in time. It was getting darker but he could see and he was looking all the time that he was winding the watch or whatever he was doing to it and then he put it back and put his hands back into his pockets. She felt a kind of a sensation rushing all over her and she knew by the feel of her scalp and that irritation against her stays that that thing must be coming on because the last time too was when she clipped her hair on account of the moon. His dark eyes fixed themselves on her again drinking in her every contour, literally worshipping at her shrine. If ever there was undisguised admiration in a man’s passionate gaze it was there plain to be seen on that man’s face. It is for you, Gertrude MacDowell, and you know it.

From “Ulysses” by James Joyce

“The eyes those silent tongues of love.” Miguel de Cervantes.

In this passage of the book, Joyce leaves his abstract writing and uses plain language to achieve a magnificent description of a man eyeing a woman with desire, “His dark eyes fixed themselves on her again drinking in her every contour, literally worshipping at her shrine.” His metaphor is magnificent since this scene takes place inside a church.