The dark curls encircling his face matched the dark curl of his lips. His face, under the moonlight, looked chiseled to perfection. I wanted, so desperately, to reach out and trace the deep shadows left by the moon like foot prints, but something halted me. Tracing his eyes I realized the beautiful shade of the richest chocolate they held. At first glance, he would seem just another person; another fish to an endless ocean, but I look beyond that of which most people see. Passion is brought to life in his eyes. His lips, still in the devious smile, taunted me. One kiss. One touch, One love. I reach forward without hesitation and place my hand on his face. Closing his eyes he leans into my hand. His love for life shines through , and I want to tell him. Tell him that I love him, but I choke. I choke on the words before they can even be read on my lips.
September 14, 2011