~The feels in their eyes~
Everything being so unsettle,
Tangled in the bedsheets,
Yes, he is talking about his petal.
Those beautiful doe eyes of hers,
helding warmth and love,
Never let him be insecure.
His fingers getting swirled around her hair,
But those slender fingers are already going on her back which is already bare.
She is so fragile,
Just like those butterfly wings,
And for him, her snores are so sweet just as a cuckoo sings.
Just by one glimps of hers can bring him on his knees,
Yes, her beauty is so gorgeous that can compel the time to freeze.
Those prominent cheekbones of hers make him go insane,
Just imagining tears rolling down through them gives him a lot of pain.
With that pointed and sharp nose, she look so mesmerizing,
Is he going crazy or her beauty is hypnotizing?
Having so many stars does not matter to him,
Cause she is the only moon whom he will stare without any blink.
His dominant body crumbing her soft and fragile one,
Having a tint of blush by him ,gives him a lot of fun.
Both are crumbled on each other arms as they want to be like this forever,
And always have a desire and want to be together.
Nobody,
Nobody have dare to hurt her with their power,
Cause he is the thorn who will protect his flower.
Looking in his delicate eyes,
She is talking about her perspective at the time,
And realise that his eyes are screaming,'you are only mine'
She could only get that warmness from the love of her life,
For her his eyes are so deep, in which she would love to dive.
He believes,
He believes,
Those eyes of hers will held the same affection all the time,
If obsession is a offence, then he is equipped to do that crime.
That love, lust, care, affection ,warmness are visible from the eyes,
Claming their love as sinful or immortal by someone,
I bet, they all are lies
The feels in their eyes screams obsession,
And those love birds are ready to get claim that love as an addiction.
Those cuddling bugs didn't choose an option to love thousands of people,
Because they love each other in a thousand way and made it possible.
~jiya
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