New Seas

To say he had soulful eyes would be an injustice. Rather, they were a milky green. A clouded visage of perhaps an even more clouded history. They were deep, but murky; cold, but inviting. They tempted me into worlds I could not control, into a flight of passion I could not contain.
But I was at a crossroads.
I’ve always been afraid of waters so dark and stained that I could not see the bottom. So when looking past his perfectly shaped lids into the iris of unknown depths my feet grew unsteady. A heart can want to jump and explore, but the mind will always win for self preservation will also always win.
He could destroy me in an instant, grab my body and rip it apart, take whatever was remaining and sweep it away like dust. But I trusted him. I trusted the rough hands and the hair lined chest. I trusted the perfectly aligned teeth in his tight lipped mouth. I couldn’t trust the eyes, though, for all the curiosity they sparked within me.
That’s where faith steps in.
Uncharted waters are meant to be mapped.
Depths plumbed.
Storms played out.
Mysteries solved.
And I’m ready for an adventure.

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Jaymee is the creative director and writing force behind Beaux Cooper Media. She loves to collaborate with other writers and journalists across the genres. Jaymee lives on the beautiful coast of Rhode Island with her cat, Ada, and dog, Bean.

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