By Pritika Magima
His smile as clear as water,
the way his eyes dance to the rhythm,
the way his feet move in sync.
As his perfect hands cradle the small of my back,
the way he glides me through the floor,
like a summer dream in the shades of a coming winter.
Every woman casts a look of sheer lust,
as he calls for the eyes of every soul.
He pulls me closer
to the whole of him,
enveloping me in sweet bliss,
and I glide subconscious,
to the tunes he now plays with my heart.
The bond of minutes, a few
almost like a lifetime...
My wish, for it to stay immortal.
His scent magical and sensual,
mocking my innocence,
knowingly chuckles at my naiveté
while my cheeks flush a scarlet red.
Every woman envies my fate,
every man envies his charm.
We move across the floor in unison,
to tell a tale of love ever after.
His smile as clear as water,
the way his eyes dance to the rhythm,
the way his feet move in sync.
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| Photo credit - Vanessa |
As his perfect hands cradle the small of my back,
the way he glides me through the floor,
like a summer dream in the shades of a coming winter.
Every woman casts a look of sheer lust,
as he calls for the eyes of every soul.
He pulls me closer
to the whole of him,
enveloping me in sweet bliss,
and I glide subconscious,
to the tunes he now plays with my heart.
The bond of minutes, a few
almost like a lifetime...
My wish, for it to stay immortal.
His scent magical and sensual,
mocking my innocence,
knowingly chuckles at my naiveté
while my cheeks flush a scarlet red.
Every woman envies my fate,
every man envies his charm.
We move across the floor in unison,
to tell a tale of love ever after.
About the author: Poetic. Whimsical.
Freakishly attracted to romance novels these days.
