The Love We Find

Theres something about the way he stares at me that is entrancing. I cant look away, but I want to-no, I need to turn from him. I feel as though my soul is being sucked out of my skeleton, out of my flesh. It evaporates from within me, a cloud of pureness, so white and shining that I can hardly stare at it for longer than a second. His lips move, and I can only imagine that he is trying to speak to me. I cant hear anything, and its as though the whole of our world is pressing on my ears, shattering my ear drums and echoing nothing but loves sighs within my mind. I dont dare call out, for what do I say? How do I reply to his confessions, to his speech so true and sweet? His words sink to the corners of my mind, soaking into my very being. Those words are mineme. I cant stop thinking of them. They encircle me like a serpent, wrapping around my body and neck,

threatening to suffocate me, to cut off my supply to life. I can see his temptation within his golden eyes. I can see the stories he longs to tell, the words he longs to utter to me. I can practically feel his warm breath caress my cheek, feel the blush spread about my face. How I love him.