Our fingers locked.
Our hands glued.
Our arms hugged.
Our nose brushed.
Our lips locked.
Our eyes greeted.
Our hair tangled.
Our legs intertwined.
Our bodies rolled.
Our mind conjugated.
Our senses connected.
Our breath synchronized.
Our soul coalesced.
Our psychosis appeased.
Our heat escalated.
Our heartbeats harmonized.
YOU ARE READING
Rhapsodic Memoirs
PuisiA tale of poetry, a pinch of melancholy and a glass of rhapsody.
