HUNGRY BLUE EYES
And
each time I glanced away from him, I felt his gaze strengthen as though he was feeding off my timidity. And each time I returned I was met by two beautiful
hungry eyes... hungry for colour, for light, for mutual contact. They were blue
and icy yet somehow held a warmth in them that enticed me in, a warmth that
could only come from within, a true indication of a fine heart. It may have
only been a single moment, or a compilation of single moments but it had
captivated me and tattooed my mind like a photograph.
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