The Illusion Part 3
6.
What would he say what would he do if she told him?
How could she tell him that she had seen the sun rise and set in his eyes.
They were like the amber rays of dawn and when passion came they
turned to soft sea foam. He was in her mind and she had to let him go. Did not know if she could stand the pain. The heart had been on fire full of desire. A part she was having trouble letting go.
7.
He watched in awe. He wanted to get to know this mysterious lady who came with the mist. This illusion so perfect yet so untouchable that he dare not breathe in case she disappeared. He could barely breathe yet each of his breaths felt like her breath upon his face or maybe it was just the fine mist. He felt he was losing control and did not know what to do. He turned towards her as the mist rolled in and in the blink of an eye she was gone.
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