Pseudonymous Print- Poetic Quotes, Tales Whatever The Anonymous Scribbles!

Magic, isn't it?

Her luscious locks slap me,
as she turns hurriedly.

The fragrance and the wetness,
from the wet shower
on my cheek
drive my demons high.

She looks back, ruffling her
front locks, and her lips curve
in an apology

I stare the face full
of enthusiasm uninterruptedly
which just made me go haywire

I am awestruck like a kid
on seeing a miracle

Magic, isn't it??

Author's Note:
The word "magic" was suggested by cchinu. I hope I have done justice to the word! Thank you! :)