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Streams of dark blue
His open mind made me only desire him more with every word he spoke. I'd never met somebody with such integrity and passion.
In an endeavour to actually listen to what he was saying, my mind got lost in his eyes as they were the only thing I was focused on. They resembled streams of dark blue waves, that of an ocean at night.
As my gaze fell in deeper my chest became tight, my heart beating against it as though it were panting for air. The world outside became still, silent. The sound of my breath was all I could hear. And it was in that very moment his compelling whirlpools had engulfed me as I was, slowly drowning, but I didn't mind.
In an endeavour to actually listen to what he was saying, my mind got lost in his eyes as they were the only thing I was focused on. They resembled streams of dark blue waves, that of an ocean at night.
As my gaze fell in deeper my chest became tight, my heart beating against it as though it were panting for air. The world outside became still, silent. The sound of my breath was all I could hear. And it was in that very moment his compelling whirlpools had engulfed me as I was, slowly drowning, but I didn't mind.
Published 27th Mar 2016
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