Looks of Desire

The venom of her luxuriant eyes veered my perception of royalty. A jargon of the pessimists couldn't catastrophe her beauty. The void chasm of my heart dead of phony flamboyance had a fountain blissfully sprout resuscitating its prudence. Like a crest surfing adventure, though with a wisp acquaintance my feeble desire got a rapture after I drunk of her exuberance. She gave my soul a tranquil gaze as I adored her jolly serenity. I felt satisfaction of her eyes' glare only if I'll cling there for eternity.