#spicy write

My eyes embrace the daybreak, that beautiful iris of fire with its pure light mascara.  I lay here, as I replay the thoughts of your touch that only seem to appear in my dreams as of late. Who are you? Certainty not Idris, for he haunts me no longer, but you dala’ren. You’ve have come to me almost every night now, and though you are only a a subconscious thought, why do I feel you are amongst me? Do I settle for the ghost of you, or seek you out in a crowd of thousands?  This sort of romance is not my liking, but I do enjoy a good chase. I’ll play your game dala’ren, only the best from your good girl.