Your erotic,A memoir of pleasure.Caress the streets as through they held the touch of mink,Leaving only trails of stardust.Your eyes could Pierce hearts, leaving eternal scars of that moment,Moments so bittersweet they linger upon the...

I’ve been in auditions without screens, and I can assure you that I was prejudiced. I began to listen with my eyes, and there is no way that your eyes don’t affect your judgement. The...

Death is like that, it blinks, we blink; not always able to see the Stop signs, hiding behind trees in the corner of the roads.

Jade blinked. It was only for a fraction of a second but she could have sworn the the house had changed shape.

She had eyes like sunsets, and every time she blinked it felt like the end of the world, otherwise known as night.

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks

You’re already older than the last time I saw you, and I just saw you right before I blinked.

The Doctor: Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you’re dead. Don’t turn your back. Don’t look away. And don’t blink.

I blink like a blanket. I’m not asleep—this extended motionlessness is how I make love.

I smiled, and you winked. I think. Perhaps you merely blink with one eye at a time.

yes” in eyes. Except when I blink. Blinking is definitely a no action.

The darkness has ink eyes, and if you stare long enough, you’re going to see it blink black. That’s the moment to start writing.

There is so much to see and learn here that I often find I’m not blinking in case I miss anything. I have to use artificial tears to moisten my eyes.

When the lights are about to burn out and start flickering, it’s like I’m blinking without blinking.