His Eyes
The image of those eyes is so ingrained in my memory that I see them in every dream, in every waking moment. I see them so often I feel it is fair to say that I have become obsessed. Giving up alcohol and cocaine was simple compared to this. Where will I ever find a rehab facility to cure my addiction to tall, dark, Kentuckians?
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This is a beautiful little piece, and I have every sympathy with AJ - Kevin has *stunning* eyes. That second paragraph I like particularly. It’s when the lights go out and the silence reigns that I falter. is lovely.
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And trust me, you don’t know what fucking is until you’ve been bent over a bathroom sink watching the shadows and heat of pleasure cross green eyes in the mirror.
That is DAMN hot for a sentence. And I have to agree with pensnest on the line she have pointed out. That is gorgeous.
Keep on writing! ^_^v
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