…..while it is a well-known fact everyone’s eyes are mysterious and the true windows into one’s consciousness, hers very easily exceeded that basic standard. Peering into their depths was exactly as one would imagine it would be like staring into the Stygian abyss of a crevasse bisecting an Arctic ice-field, knowing that there has to be an end to it somewhere…..but not having any clue whatsoever where that end might lie. Such was the nature of her bedazzling, inscrutable eyes, and they immediately took me hostage and drove me absolutely crazy with desire. Those dark brown windows which served as portals into her inner consciousness were the most enigmatic, unrevealing things I have witnessed in forty-plus years of living, and I can easily surmise they are what made her the most intriguing person I have ever known as well—by a country mile! Doubtless they were the chief reason I fell hopelessly in love with the beguiling tramp, a love that went forever ignored and unrequited despite my humiliatingly persistent entreaties. Do understand though, Reader, that for as mind-bogglingly deep those enchanting eyes of hers were, the wench’s personality and intellect were commensurately shallow…..
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