I look up because you want me to. I look up at your demand. I don’t want to meet your gaze as much as I lustfully long to, my paradoxical passion prompted by your heartfelt humiliation. I am torn down. I am broken. I am thankful.
I wasn’t sure what I’d do for the green prompt. Then I remembered the colour of my eyes!
those eyes are speaking volumes. something about window to the soul comes to mind.
That look…oh my goodness!
Those eyes…. oh my
Molly