Restless. I can't sleep. I pace quietly, so as not to wake the others. My eyes sweep my sleeping teammates. Stopping on one, the object of my most secret desires. Sleeping soundly, oblivious to my torment. Eyes closed in slumber. Eyes that dance with merriment, that spit fire, that see me yet don't see me. Eyes I long to see filled with passion for me, clouded with desire as our bodies strain ever closer, reaching for release. Eyes in which my love is reflected, matched and strengthened. Eyes that see me. Why can't you see me how I see you?
The End
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