Poetry and Story Collection | Eleutheromania

Eyes

He looked at me like I was the only thing in the room.

His eyes like a predator, challenging for dominance.

I stared back at him, waiting.

He seemed to enjoy the upper hand he had, and the small twitch of his mouth was the only movement seen.

His stare.

Oh how it paralyzed you down to your very soul core.

I no longer felt like myself anymore.

Instead I seemed to be trapped in a game, like a cat and mouse.

Those eyes, so unforgiving.

I suddenly felt so cornered, even though there was space all around me.

Instead of making me panic or my heart race with fear,

It only made my heart race with excitement,

Anticipation of what would happen next.

I couldn't shake off the guilty pleasure that raced through my body as I stared into those eyes.

Those damn eyes.

They silently challenged me and while the rest of his body remain unmoving, his eyes told a different story.

He was just waiting, coiled up like a snake, ready to strike.

I couldn't help myself anymore.

I didn't want to challenge him head on.

I wanted to see what the challenge

promised.

I looked away in sudden defeat.

He knew I could no longer fight him.

The overwhelming want

to be

dominated.

He walked over, smoothly.

His steps inaudible.

He lifted my head with a single finger.

So I could stare into those damn eyes.

They held the same over powering sensation of dominance.

But like the predator he was

he held respect

in those eyes.

Respect for the battle, I the prey, had put up.

Those damn eyes

would be the end of me.