Nose touching, Heart thumping.
Synchronised breathing.
Lips flirting. Hands twirling. Legs knolling.
The surface metamorphosed into a flower bed.
Her hand drew a breeze upon my physical self.
Sending chills down to my bones.
Cooling them by the warmth of her caress.
Her breath projected on my face.
It took grasp of my soul.
Threw me in euphoria.
Then her caress dragged me to her embrace.
The cycle went on.
Vicious it would have been, were it not for her.
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Rhapsodic Memoirs
PoésieA tale of poetry, a pinch of melancholy and a glass of rhapsody.
