He used to look at brown eyes as eyes with a "usual", "normal" or "basic" colour. Until she came along and changed his mind. Her eyes were so special, not in their colour but in the way they made him drown in their depths.
No one knows what's the secret behind that magic she has in her eyes, not even her. You just feel that influence and control over you. They're like a curse, once you look at them you can't get enough of them. You crave that look, and you feel like she put a spell on you.
You feel a deep rooted connection between each other's souls, and you can only get rid of it if she looks away.
He stared back at them feeling consumed by their mysterious beauty, and wondered what the effect of the rest of her body would make him feel like. He imagined the sensations, the feelings, and the influence of her soft white skin on him, he smiled right before he kissed her gently and held her by the waist then kissed her more like with savagery. A mix between love, desire and lust.
She was a curse he couldn't escape.
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Freckled Thoughts
RandomA bunch of short stories made out of unspoken thoughts and messy feelings. You can find yourself here and get lost between these lines.
