8/22/15
CIRCULAR WELLS
He gazed deeply into her dark eyes. Deeply, so deeply, into those eyes that were like wells; dark wells full of secrets. Wells of desire and longing. Yet also wells of torment and pain. Wells of spoiled tantrums, and outbursts of cruel and deeply cutting remarks. But well, sometimes you just have to take the bad along with the good. Because the good, when it is good, is oh so very good. Good that fills that deep, dark place in your soul, and is so gratifying it brings tears to your eyes. Wells of tears. And still his eyes gazed into hers.
She smiled at him. A smile like the Mona Lisa’s. A smile that told of interest, interest mixed with amusement. Amusement that someone like him would even dare to think he had a chance of winning her. A smile that was anything but encouraging. A smile full of warning, such as you might see on a snake. But snakes can be charmed. Yes, they may be; but if, and only if, the man is a true charmer. A charmer who knows how to work with, how to please, these most dangerous of creatures.
But did he know? Did he, the charmer, know how to blow his horn in a way that was charming rather than annoying? Could he charm her and bring her under his spell, charm her such that he could control her? Did he even want her to be under his control? Or did he prefer for her to be free? Free like the wild beast he knew she was within. Perhaps it was he, he who wanted to be charmed and held under her control. Perhaps that’s what he truly wanted — for the charmer to become the charmed. Then again, did he really know?
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