[ WP ] There is no devil like the Blue Eyed Devil .

She stole my breath the first time I saw her; put her lips to mine and sucked it out my chest. 
 
 When I gasped she only smiled at me, her eyes cold, teeth white and hard. Dazzling. The lights in the bar were as bright as they could be, fluorescent and excruciatingly pretty against the modern windows lined behind me. She was blue-eyed, like water, like sleet. When she turned to me I saw there was no end to them, that they only deepened more when I tried to find the bottom. I caught myself wondering if they were made of glass. 
 
 
 I never really caught my breath but I've kept looking for her in the seedy bars of Perth and in Sydney's lavish nightlife. I have n't seen her since. I'm sure she keeps it in her pocket.
