Taken

As my eyes focused on the silhouette that came into view, my heart raced like it would jump out of my chest. Its thunderous beating drowned out all the noise in the background. I've waited a long time for this. Sometimes it seems not enough. And now it's here. My prize. My dream. He's here. The perfect living embodiment of all that I desired but was too scared to claim.

I looked sideways and searched for a safe and subtle escape route. None was in dispense. The closer he came the stronger I was drawn. But the feeling in my legs was rapidly deteriorating. I couldn't move. Yet movement was all around me. Like a surreal scene that many times played in my head. He and I in slow motion. Everything else a blur in speed. I felt my stomach do an overturn and I could just imagine my face turning green. I had to compose myself.

He was beautiful. Like the autumn skylike nearing winter dusk. The vigor of a wild stallion grazing the rich country with the grace and magnificence of a gentle unicorn. His eyes had that fire that burns a hole right through my soul. And the innocence of his face reflected tranquility amidst the chaos of his own mind.

Standing face to face, he carefully raised his hand to my chin and gently touched his lips to my cheek. He looked into my eyes, and with a playful smirk, he leaned in and whispered to my ear.

"Let's get out of here."