When I was little I enjoyed squeezing my eyes so hard until stars started to appear in the darkness and small lines would take focus and I believed that I was getting spiritually connected to my soul's core but Mum used to stop me with that reproachful look in her eyes and I'd blush with guilt. I don't know why adults enjoy ordering you around, maybe because they lack control in their lives. But, now I've grown up and still do it just to escape reality-land for few minutes yet now I know better than doing it before others.
There was once when I sat under the stairs and got cobwebs stuck in my hair but I didn't care, just went on squeezing my eyes in excitement until I reached that moment and sighed like one passing a tense moment of ecstasy. There they were, the stars that I so longed for like a woman who couldn't but fall under her man's charm. Just then as I was about to dive into my dreams, two hands clasped mine and pulled them away from my reddening eyes. I stared at you, a complete stranger beaming down at me, holding my hands and suddenly all the cobwebs escaped and hid in the shadows.
I swear I could see my reflection in your eyes, they were too brown to be true and too loving to be understood and I feared for myself and my eyes-squeezing habit. I feared you'd save me too much that I wouldn't be able to be me again, I feared you'd love me too much that I wouldn't breathe anymore. I feared your wings, they were too bright and soft while mine were too dark and ugly.
Yet, I couldn't resist your charm, I was seduced by your muscles and the way your arms knew how to contain me. I just fit perfectly in your hold as if you were curved to keep me inside and I melted, melted and never froze again.
I was always told that I deserve an angel as my saviour and I never believed that because no one ever could make me feel special as much as you.
And now, I believe in angels, silent angels just like you.
Thus, I don't fear squeezing my eyes anymore, cause I know you'll always save me when I do...
(C)Noor 8/24/2009
Author notes
Contest prompt:
Passionate prose.
I am not good with passion writes, but I wrote from some personal feelings and tried to drag on some passion. 
Thanks for reading!
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My first read of prose of yours, and I have to admit, it is so vivid, I see you under the stairs, and the angel...You are so gifted, and your spirituality which is from your heart, warms mine...as we need those of like faith to edify, and exhort one another these days....You have uplifted me once again with this write, and I feel God so real here and His love...Always keep penning, dear Bright Light!
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Profound-beautiful...
Contents should always be the main value and validity of a story... This work abounds in richness of the subject dealt, and flows with a sublime voice. "My saviour" is an enchanting, inspiring literary composition.
If proper revision is applied to it, "My saviour" can become a masterpiece. I urge the author to consider polishing this composition to give it a SILK DRESS.
I feel the greatness of this piece as it is now, but it will be better if the revision is considered and applied to "My saviour".
Thank You for sharing this sublime work. "My saviour" is a precious literary jewel.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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wow I can see it all you did a wonderful job. the details are wonderful I feel like I am watching it all happen nice job
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A lovely romantic story Noor, when we close our eyes we can be anywhere we want. And who it to say differently, all truths are relative
David
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Too Shaweet!!!
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