Wild tresses stream down with absolute abandon,
Screaming like banshees in the rain,
They beckon, beguiling me to lose myself…
Once in their midst, I stare bewildered,
Eyes like the deepest abyss staring back at me.
Do I dare blink?
Can anything break this spell?
Will my world still exist when I take my eyes off her?
As if in answer to my questions, she..
Smiles ever so subtly,
Pouts oh so much,
Those eyes seeking her target…

Then she blinked.
And I was gone!


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