Eyes

Eyes…

Eyes that are soft and gentle… with an inexorable draw that speak directly to your soul; eyes that say “be with me – know of me – soften for me”; deep pools of forever to drift upon while you languish in their untainted glint.  Eyes that are ever innocent and pure; so filled with mischievous joy that they need not belong to the trickster for they have enthralled you as no mere conscious thought ever could.  Eyes that enliven you with energy while drawing so much from you that you willingly give your full essence to see them sparkle for just an instant.

Eyes…

Eyes that leave you no choice but to sink into them, slowly spiraling down into the glittery promise of secrets yet to be told; eyes that wrap their glance around you and drag you breathlessly where they wish to go; eyes that stroke you with every soft flutter of their delicious, lick-able, dark lashes.

Eyes…

Eyes that submerge you in a world forgotten by all else until their gentle feathery touch has rubbed you raw and left you chaffed with a suffocating ache for more; eyes that will bring you to your most climactic high while stripping you of your most base self.

Eyes…

Eyes that while laughing graciously shift slightly to a shade other than the bright open innocence you’ve come to know. Eyes that when challenged, stare back with a defiant glint tinged by a mere moment of self doubt so endearing that your heart breaks to see it once more, even as it morphs into an eternity of entitlement. Eyes that challenge those they make contact with to either be equal or walk another, less treacherous path than the one these eyes will travel.

Eyes…

Eyes that harden in steely resolve and rip from you your very essence with their blunt cold edge. Eyes that warn there may be danger here even as you are submerged by their pull. Eyes that command you to their will; breaking you like a Mustang just captured and brought to pen; yet to be stroked, yet to be saddled, yet to be sat. Eyes that do not allow for escape, should your mind even be capable of such thought.

Eyes…

Eyes that want you; eyes that will have you; eyes that you willingly succumb to. Eyes that suckle at the nape of your neck, sending shivers dancing down the length of your spine, insisting silently that you are no longer your own to command; eyes that will have you prone, writhing in ecstasy, begging never to be freed; eyes that strip you bare while rendering you immobile in their smoldering embrace.

Eyes…

Eyes that capture and play with you as a bird of prey might choose his pick from the furry morsels on the ground; these are the eyes you’ve sought to belong to; these are the eyes that will take you places you’ve not been before; these are the enigmatic eyes that will leave you sated by their smoldering glance.

These are the eyes that you’ve only just glanced into for the first time.

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old graveyards. Nina is co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography. View all posts by Nina D'Arcangela

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