to feel the warmth of your embrace, to see your cheeks curving out when you smile, the moles on your upper lip, those long hard fingers clasping in mine, your eyes when your secrets unfold. To watch the evening turning into night, to watch our shadows nestled in the comfort of our love.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
i long.
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3 comments:
How romantic! Darn!! i don't have moles on my upper lip.lol. Quite a vivid description of a romantic scene that is worth the longing.
@ sedate
and that was written on a cold monsoon night!there i go again ;)
Thanks for dashing to the cafe...I could always count on you on this and many more. just try growing a mole. lol
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