50 Word Stories: Mesmeric

Her scent wafted over me like a cool summer morning all bluebells and mountain dew, mist and ruby dawn. In seasonal delight, she played with my senses twisting my thoughts to encompass only her. When I gazed eyes wide, she left me speechless. Perfection personified, she was mesmeric.

17 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: Mesmeric

  1. If she was an ice cream , will that be strawberry or chocolate?
    If she was a sandwich, will it have egg or salad?
    If she was a drink, will she intoxicate your thoughts?
    But she was not edible I think
    Just made you more hungry a lot

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