Love Poetry Eyes Novels & Stories

His voice made me suck in my breath unable to contain myself. “I'm lost within that emerald hue, A world of longing, fresh and new. And in those eyes, I yearn to see…..” I seized my breayh gasping as he placed a light kiss on my neck. “Please go on, baby.” He encouraged in a hoarse tone. I gulped and then i continued speaking. “ A love reflected, meant for me. Your emerald eyes, a vibrant gleam, A whispered promise, like a dream. No earthly jewel, so richly bright, Can match the fire, the inner light”

Those eyes in which there is magic, there is intoxication. There is a solution of perfume and alcohol in his eyes. Whenever I look at them, sometimes I get intoxicated, sometimes I get seduced. The eyes in which the feelings were once buried, today feelings are emerging from those eyes. All the love he does to me, all that started coming down as tears from his eyes today. Yes, he was crying. Those intoxicating eyes of his gazed at me at first leisurely and his eyes became moist as soon as he saw me. Oh my Sanam!

The way to love someone is to lightly run your fingers over that person's soul until you find a crack- and, then gently pour your love into that crack. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| Everything lies. Except the eyes. But when her eyes green eyes locked with my grey ones I couldn't help but think that I have the same effect on her like she has on me and there could be nothing more tempting than this. After spending the day, it was time to go to bed and torture myself by thinking about with how many ways would I fuck her. Because there is nothing better to do when she is around. Even when she isn't. All I can think about is her and only her.

But now, finally, I can openly express my genuine feelings and tell her how gorgeous she and her physique are. I stand up and clasp her face before kissing both of her eyelids. As she opens her eyes, I whisper, losing myself in the captivating depths of her ocean-blue gaze. “And your eyes, Alice, they are the most remarkable creations of God. Anyone who gazes into your eyes, even for a fleeting moment, will undoubtedly become enchanted by them.” A few strands of her hair have broken free from her bun and are now coming into her eyes. I tuck them behind her ears and continue, “And I see my future in your intense blue eyes, Alice.”

Her hazy blue eyes met his fury yellow ones, they were filled with desire, intense yet dark desire having no patience left in him. He pushed his body up placing his palm beside her head leaning his face closer to hers, their breaths mingled while eyes gazed deeply. She gulped feeling his lips caressing hers as he connected their noses. His eyes, she was mesmerized by them. The lamp light illuminating against his face made the colour of his eyes prominent, she always thought only thing she might feel for his eyes would be fear but tonight she was forced to admire them. The beauty and uniqueness of his eyes drove her attention to them.

Lazarus De Loughrey She was sleeping peacefully, bathed in the glow of the moonlight that highlighted her magnetic beauty. I found myself longing to see those mesmerizing icy eyes, the balm to her soul. Her words playing on an endless loop in my mind, slipping from her lips like a secret that was never to be spoken. A mirage of emotions exploded in her eyes; the most overwhelming one was fear that turned them white. Maybe my possession and jealousy ran deeper, someone incapable of love wanted to devour her soul until we became one.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. Soheila didn't complain and stared at his red eyes. “I love your eyes.” She suddenly said that made him off guarded. “It's beautiful, yet dangerous.” “Your red bloody eyes, it reminds me of my torturing past.” Soheila laughed. Her eyes were drowsy and sleepy as she stares at his eyes. Her voice contains pain and sorrow. “Blood eyes, ruby eyes, crimson eyes!” Soheila held his face as she continued saying nonsense things. She blinked her sleepy eyes. “Hehe...” She smiled.

His eyes that were so captivating, his eyes that pierced her heart. She fell in love with him, she couldn’t deny it. She fell in love when his eyes had pierced her heart, when his sharp gaze made her heart throb in the strangest sensation. Finally, she wholeheartedly admits it, she wholeheartedly accepts it. The love that she shared with him, it was something beautiful, it could’ve been something perfect. If only she was given the chance… “I like your eyes… please, don’t give me those sad eyes…” she continued, smiling bitterly when she saw the sorrow engraved in his sapphire blue eyes. She didn’t want to see such emotion when this will be the last few times that she could see him.

Now, I was on top of her. "We..." I paused. "We have the same eyes." As I scrutinized her face, the moonlight reflected from her glassy eyes. I slicked back her damp hair. She was a delicate portrait that I pictured in my mind. "Those eyes..." I murmured. "Eyes that beg, yearn, and suffer." It was a reflection of mine. "Now, it makes me think... When will it tear with joy? Will we ever find happiness?" I smiled.

These sketches stand as a solemn vow, the only artistry she has ever known, a silent anthem of devotion to a soul whose gaze remains both her inspiration and heartbreak. In a hushed lament, Ava whispered, her voice a fragile echo in the silence, "Xavier, your eyes weave a tapestry of emotions, a universe unto themselves. Yet, when they encounter mine, they turn cold." Tears, like gentle streams of vulnerability, traced the contours of her cheeks. At that moment, amidst the ache, there was a profound warmth—a heartwarming plea for the enigma within his gaze to soften when entwined with the depths of her own.