Siren Eyes
Most people dream of flying, or falling from great heights, or being in their underwear in public, or making love to their dream lover.
But I don’t dream about any of these.
I dream about a pair of watery blue eyes, a pair of blue eyes that greatly arouse me and haunt me. A pair of blue eyes that seem so safe, but lead me to dangerous places.
We always end up surrounded by water, it’s always like we’re running away or towards something, and we’re always flying or driving.
We fly over waves or crashing wakes. It’s either the ocean or a river. We’re always hand in hand, but all I can really recognize are the pair of watery blue eyes. The same pair he wears.
The color of the purest water.
Siren eyes.











