"Im afraid of your eyes", she said. Quite true. 'Cos she was more afraid of the touch of his lips. Both tasting it and never savouring it. She knew, somewhere deep inside of her, on the day her eyes first catch sight of him that a single touch of his would be enough to make her fall for him.
"Tu as la beauté du diable", one day her french lover told her as she laughed heartily, for she couldn't imagine such beauty. Now she knew better. This man had the devil's beauty - a glimpse of him could set all her interior world on fire.

"I'm afraid of your lips" she went on. "For I can almost feel its taste". Her inner child couldn't resist at peering at the stars... And they said go dance... And how come that I am playing invisible's chess with you and you make the first movement? Shall we dance, mister? May you guide me on this dance?

...to be continued?