8 June 2012
It's been a while since I felt love. Proper love. Not just the lustful urge, triggered by the site of a girl who's way out of my league. No, this was love.
It was at some rich cocktail party. I'm not rich. My mate merely wangled me in, through his own popularity. I stood, minding my business. Slowly downing myself into the smokey, yet friendly atmosphere. A band, flawless in talent, produced a version of hotel california that was unlike anything I had ever heard.
It was then that I found that my eyes were no longer being controlled by my mind. They'd been stolen. Stolen by the big brown eyes, that god had lovingly weaved and knitted into a slightly tanned, brown canvas, that was free from imperfection.
Her lips glistened a pale pink with strawberry like juiciness. As I looked, I saw her long black lashes flutter slightly as she flicked her shiny brown ribbons of hair with her index finger.
She saw me look. I turned away in a hurry. I looked up from my drink to see her still looking at me, this time, smiling, revealing her glistening pearl teeth to me. I smiled back and slowly made my way towards her, tripping over words to say to her in my head. As the band finished the solo to hotel California, I spoke. "look, I'm no good at this" I stumbled, "but would you like to dance? W-with me". She giggled and pulled me onto the dance floor as the band started to play little wing. We swayed, butterflies rampant in my tummy, my hands sweating. I looked up, as she did, and our eyes met. She didn't care that my hands were sweaty, she didn't care that I couldn't dance, she would guide me, and never let go. That was the start. Of me and my little wing.
I hope when you read this, it induces the feelings that I am feeling currently, about a girl in my life. Enjoy guys xx
Feeling Love • Opuss № I