The touch of her finger is so soft that my body afloat higher by every fingertip she lays on me. When she tosses her wet hair on me and wounds me with her soft yet sharp locks of hair, all the sweet scented pearls scatter across my face and shoulders. In this unseasonal rainfall my linen gets drenched when I look at her I see her usual smirk which is the root of all smile on my lips With so many hues of mischief and love. She calls me to wipe all those pearls off my shoulder. But I deny this lovely order so to see a rainbow, A rainbow of colors beyond my eyes could see. The scattered droplets fill our room with colors of love mischief and a hint of adventure. I wish to relish this love all the time. I like to drown and submerge my sanity in this abyss of love, her eyes are the tempest which pulls me closer like a siren's call. There's mediocre mundanity on the stable shores. I wish, if she could pull me closer and let me count the moles on her body and get all wrecked in her giggles when I'd trace each one with my finger
