attraction - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
He's not usually the kind of guy I fantasise about. For starters, he's brunette and I've always liked blondes. I lust after blue eyed men with a handle on the world of business. Until I met Sam.
I watch him cross the crowded road, he hasn't seen me yet so I gaze freely. He's not particularly special looking, but to me he stands out from the other Sydney siders, all of them dodging the puddles together. There's something about Sam, a slight confidence and inflated ego, that has me muddling my words and blushing uncontrollably whenever he's around. He sees me through the window and smiles, making his way to the door. Even under the angry clouds and drizzle he looks like sunshine.
I was attracted to you with the kind of heady trance that brings a butterfly to nectar. You, with just the right blend of shy and sweet. I was right too. You, quite simply, are the kindest and most reliable person I ever met. I don't want to you think that "reliable" means I don't love you with a fiery passion, because I do. "Reliable" is everything, for without it how can love flourish and grow? Reliability is the cornerstone of trust and I trust you with my life. So bring your brown eyes home and let me run my hands over your olive skin, for I am never more calm, more whole, or more healthy than when you are by my side.
For me you are more beautiful than the winter sun above pristine snow; you are warmer than spring sunshine on soft new grass; you are more mesmerizing than the fall leaves. Yet for me what you truly are is an eternal summer, for every day with you is perfect blue skies with love in the air. My attraction to you isn't because you're handsome, though you are, it is to your soul, to the wonderful person you are inside.
No matter the distance my attraction to you remains constant. You could be at the ends of the earth and still I would feel pulled toward you. There is something about you and I that matches, each half loving the other so fully that a life alone would be meaningless. When times are dark you are the one that lifts me back into the light, when times are bright you are the one who rejoices with me. So though it is your eyes, your skin, your face that I look upon, know that the attraction runs deep to my core. I don't do superficial, I never did.
Her gaze slid to the side. He pulled her against his chest. His nose tickled her ear. She let out a tiny gasp and squirmed uncomfortably. She didn’t like being so intimately handled. She felt his lips softly graze her slender neck. Her face heated. She summoned enough courage to meet his gaze. His hazel eyes twinkled. He knows! He’s trying to make me feel like this.
Aaron did not say anything--did not know what to say. He was peculiarly conscious of the woman sitting next to him, her arm near his. She smoked heavily, in silence, as if abstracted, a sort of cloud on her level, dark brows. Her hair was dark, but a softish brown, not black, and her skin was fair. Her bosom would be white.--Why Aaron should have had this thought, he could not for the life of him say.
He was like the Sun. He had people orbiting around him; some were so close it burned them, some were so far they were the coldest they could be because they wanted to be closer. The lucky ones were in the perfect distance to feel his warmness and live with him peacefully. In one way or another all the people that met him felt attracted to him. He was the brightest person you could ever meet.
And me? Well, in his little System, I was Pluto: a strange, little cold planet that no one wanted around the Sun, but who oddly was spinning around him in circles, in the opposite direction as everyone else.
And how would the Sun notice Pluto if everyone else just said to that little planet that it would never be big enough or close enough to form part of his System?
There's that static again, that crackling in the air that's always happened whenever the two of you got within a foot of each other. Even when you were a chubby eight year old and he was the world's most irritating almost-teenager and there should have been nothing, it was enough to make the little baby hairs on the back of your neck stand up, but now it was enough that you're a little afraid for your life, like, if his hand brushes yours, one or both of you will be instantly electrocuted.
Attraction, huh? Well that's easy. Attraction is a magnet. It's that thought inside your head that says "There's something about this..." You gravitate towards this extraordinary thing that has captured your attention, and the more you're exposed to it, the more you learn about it. It may bloom into something more, or you'll just lose interest and go find something else to be attracted to.