My Disillusioned Self

A look to kill

I’m sitting here next to her in this small, bare dorm room. One of those average small box type college dorm rooms, nothing special a few posters on the wall, a television, two small beds, two small desks, two small lamps, and a window adorning the wall, begging to be opened to ease the claustrophobia that is setting in. The only thing keeping me there is being completely and undeniably into her. Doing nothing in particular not wanting to do anything at all. Then, completely without warning the world stops as she sportively swings her head towards me, hair falling flawlessly on to her shoulders, accenting that undeniable beautiful face. A face so elegantly proportioned that the goddess Aphrodite would be jealous. She begins to smile at me with that coy, ravishing smile and those undeniably supple lips, perfectly poised as if asking for a a kiss. continuing to glance at me with those deep blue sapphire eyes, sad eyes, always burdened with the sorrows of yesterday. A deep blue abyss persistently calling me, dragging me, submerging me, entangling me, leaving me adrift in a bottomless sea of nothingness. That deep, engaging, vivacious look she’s giving with them, leaving me with the feeling of wanting to want more, it is such a tease. Speaking her soul in a glance, saying to me everything while saying nothing at all. Sitting here in this moment feeling completely engulfed by her beauty. Sitting here just being I can truly understand the meaning of a moment.