a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

Your Beautiful Brown Eyes

As we pull into the drive we hear loud music being blasted from the inside of the house, Tom sighs loudly before looking at me and rolling his eyes.
I laugh "Sounds like they're having fun without us"
"Yeah without our drama" Tom chuckles, I don't even snap back because I know its true
"Hah, yeah."

I stare into his piercing russet brown eyes. Falling in love with someone with brown eyes creates a whole different picture, they no longer appear dull and dark. The longer you stare into them they melt into copper, and honey in the sun, when they water they glow. Two perfect orbs which are circled with golden rays and dappled with green. They resemble a forest, the trees, the mud, the leaves, the animals. They hold specks of stolen sunlight. Amber circles the pupils which expand when I lean in to kiss his soft pink lips. Burnt orange appears when light hits them. They're rich like chocolate. They're so captivating, they lure me in. They create a portal to his soul.

As I admire his beautiful eyes I don't notice him slowly edging towards me, I snap back to reality to find him taking glances between my lips and my eyes. Lust overwhelms me as his face grows closer to mine, a moment so intense it hangs in the air, as it pulls us closer like magnets. A moment so perfect, so bittersweet, where the world stops and the air thickens with bliss. Our eyes lock, I flutter my lashes as my stomach swarms with butterflies. I lean into him and kiss him softly. As the kiss deepens, I realise I have been blind to see that the with each kiss I become more addicted to him. I feel alive again, I feel a spark again.

I pull back and we observe each other again, the world around us becomes hazy, the only thing in focus being Toms mesmerising appearance. I realise he is the only person I'm supposed to kiss in this lifetime, he is the only person I want to kiss. Tension lingers in the air as our souls connect through our deep eye contact, the flame in my heart is re lit.

Toms eyes are glossed over and twinkling, he beams at me. He looks at me like I'm the sun, admiring my powerful ways and my feisty personality. He basks in my warmth. He complains when I'm away. And sometimes he looks at me like I'm the moon, enchanted by my mysteries. Still looking at me on the days Im muted. Still cherishing my presence even if I speak to him cruelly.

I look at him like a galaxy, many constellations to discover, many mysteries to solve. I admire him like the stars, taking notice of the details he holds. Still adoring him on the days he's empty, starless. Theres always more to uncover with him, like the rings of Saturn. More to appreciate.
Sometimes I find it hard to believe he's an invincible killer, however some days I believe he's worse then I know.

People say the eyes are the window to the soul, I agree. Toms eyes make me want to jump through said window and adventure into his soul, uncover all of his secrets and heal his past traumas. Discover the roots of his problems.

"Cmon then, lets see what they're up to" Tom says, breaking me out of my trance.