“I revert in my mind n look at you in a million different angles n dimensions and strangely everytime I fall in love with you in each”
She says barely in a whisper
Long well layed lashes lined her orb like eyes like velvet ribbons wrapping a delicate gift and everytime she fluttered them it felt like Christmas
She was painted in the most florescent lights..the canvas God used to create her..made Picasso literally shed tears
With those big round orbs she stared at me, longingly.. invoking an answer.. prompting a reaction..both her pupil n iris buried in a deep sea of hope and all I could do was stare back.. completely awed
She was like a sequel of letters delicately embedded with soul wrecking poems in a world too mundane to grasp her essence
I don’t speak..afraid my voice would betray me
I take a step..to walk away from her
But her next words are like a million knifes….sharp n potent… dancing on the very floor of my heart
“Am not a neon sign..that you light up to draw attention only to switch me off when the audience is delirious n on their feet.. showering you with accolades.”
Eroticzone 