What’s in a look?
Why is it that one look from a mother can calm a tantruming child?
Why is it that one look from a teacher can quiet the idle gossip of a teenager?
Why is it one look from a handsome stranger can illicit a blush?
Why is it that look, that one deep, intense look from you can melt my insides and leave me on my knees in a puddle of longing?
How is it those very same eyes can inject such a shiver of fear through me as you ready me for the whip?
How can such bitter disappointment in my failing be shown so clearly with not a word, but through only an expression.
How can one person display so many unsaid things with not a word, not an action, but a gaze in my direction.
The look I love the most? The one that makes me feel like a Princess, a slut, cherished, lusted for, loved.
dolly
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