Her eyes – by far not her most attractive feature – were of the deepest azure imaginable, caressed as they were by the pale moonlight, lulling him gently into her infinite depths, drowning his prudence in a whirlpool of desire too powerful to battle – too magical to control – with reason.
His fingertips felt for what he could not see, so blinded was he by her unearthly light… her eyes… her eyes were the windows to his soul… through them he could see the golden key… only she could unlock him… only she could set him free to lay down upon this bed of sand… the bed that he had secretly labelled ‘Sin.’
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