MLMM Tale Weaver 154 – The Beholder’s Eye

He knew of her beauty

Familiar with every curve

He could feel the softness

He moved his hand as if she were there by him

He could smell her scent, flowery and strong

Hearing her voice, murmuring,

It all came back to him in a rush.

He imagined her hair, soft around her neck

He reached out as if to touch the curling tresses

The sheets, shining and slippery he knew well

Her body next to his, her lips on his neck

He felt the sensation, it was real again.

The man shook his head, trying to clear his mind. The dark glasses fell to the ground. He kneeled down, spreading his hands on the floor to find the opaque glasses that hid his blindness.


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