Its a cold night...
You feel the wind kissing your face and wish it was their touch. You close your eyes and imagine them...after seeing their face in your mind you proceed to go back.
The lavish decor.. the splendid champagne coloured dim lights...it was warm and cozy inside... you smelled a whiff of perfume or cologne... you wished it was their's...
The jazz that played reminds you of them... you look at your hand to remember that feeling of their touch...and how it enchanted you. You feel the vibe that the jazzy music has created and your heart dances to it...unconsciously.
The jazz revs up your heartbeat as you take to the centre alone to dance...you one hand grasping the air and the other wrapping around it..
People think and see you dance with no one but you know that you're dancing with your sweetheart... your one and only desire...
You don't care of people's astonished and surprising stares or their rude and scornful remarks... because the only thing you can see and note is them.... You seem so lost that you do not realize the difference between reality and what's not reality... you are involved and stormed by your feelings... so much of them...
And all these feelings just because of some jazz....who says jazz doesn't make you feel things..♡♡♡
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Desire
RomanceLove is the most beautiful curse you could ever give anyone because its beautiful when you have it and a curse when you don't.... Imagine smoking or drinking with dim lights and your favourite music playing.... Short random thoughts.♡♡♡ 908 in poems...
