Tuesday, January 06, 2009
 | In a room full of people, something catches his eye. A glimmer of light, the sparkle in her eyes. He cannot understand why his is unable to look away, yet he is enamored all the same. There is an ambiance, a glow about her that is pleasing on the eyes. Confused and out of sorts, he feels compelled to touch her...to touch her skin, to smell her hair, to hear her voice. With each step, he knows he should go the other way as far and as fast as he can...but he denies his instinct and satiates his impulse. He fumbles his way through the crowded room, passing women equally as beautiful as she- yet his eyes remain on her, never looking away. As he gets closer, he can feel his nerves growing anxious...still fighting the urge to turn away. With her back to him, he touches the bare skin of her shoulder...and it's just as soft as he had imagined. As he turns to him, she looks at him curiously...and he notices that her eyes are the most peculiar color of amber, it almost seems as though they were glowing. He tries to say something, but stumbles over his words. She touches his hand, and smiles...for she knows that he too has been had. Another victim, another man to fall hopelessly for her. To swoon over her existence. Why? She has no clue. She has never understood why these things happen...yet it enthralls her. This game, this never ending thrill of unintentional heartache. She is a vixen in her own right, though she never really meant to be.... |
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