And those eyes...
how they caught the light,
the way they seemed to hold a thousand unspoken thoughts,
a book left partially open,
pages filled with puzzles not yet solved.
rich, almost coffee-like in its depth,
a dark, liquid hue, traces of caramel swirling around the edges.
It reminded me of the first sip of a perfectly brewed espresso.
smooth,
yet
bold,
inviting
but
dangerous
if
you
lingered
too
long.
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