There was something about the way his eyes met mine, in the
way he smiled at me. I don’t know if it was his physical beauty or his soulful
eyes, or even the slightest quirk of his lips in one side of his smile that
promised such sensual experiences. I was enthralled by the deep wells of his
eyes, hypnotized by his body moving together with mine on the dance floor to
the pounding heartbeat of deafening music. His lips met mine, and then
possessed them in this passionate embrace. Intoxicated by the smoky taste of
him, by the tug of teeth on my lower lip, igniting the embers of intrigue into
a flame of desire.
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