Yes. I could just stare for hours at those two eyeballs, hanging, staring back at me. Beckoning. Until I begin to touch them with my tongue, flicking them. Then licking. Until my passion finally overcomes my reticence, and my teeth clamp down, crushing the soft gel, and eye juice dribbles down my throat.I agree there is something magical about the eyeball popping out of its socket and just left to hang there by the connecting nerve.