Eyes

Her beautiful, sweet seductive eyes glistened across the room. Blue as a sapphire storm, conceitedly asserting its paralytic influence over the associated surroundings. I, too, failed to contest, but coveted such defective impulses to lust for the respective owner. Sinful temptations casually distracted my own immediate response to ignore such solitary elegance. Instead, I yearned to attain such eminence for my future, predominant persona.

Screams emanate into the midnight hour as I arouse an orgasm, yet carefully proceed to acquire my rightful merits. The aforementioned conceit is now drastically evolving into a humbler approach at self-preservation. Restricting unnecessary movement attempted by the victim, I cut cautiously around the skin that shades illumination, and release the recompense that I so justly deserve from its optic nerve. I pray to forgive my unrighteous actions, and indulge in satisfaction of my latest trophy.