My hand trembles,my writing sketches
Why is falling in love so torturous?
I hold my flirtations,yes I believe in love
….Your stare make my sockets pop and your silky touch,squeezes my sweat glands
I’m left gasping for breath,holding on to the bench
I close my eyes,and curse out loud.I want to resist the feeling,
My heart strings are too tight,I can feel them pounding.
My arteries rattle my being,with blood gushing through.
The rain pours,the mist roars
The lane is dark,but your eyes illuminate my soul
Every stare holds a promise, every smile a fortune.
Your fingers tickle my being, your presence gives meaning to my existence
Your height,gives me courage to face the world, as tall as I have never been
Your wits scares impunity, your calculations solves the equations
Take me with you, lets explore the horizons,together.
Lets believe together.
I know you are wondering if i am in love. I am also wondering whether you are in love. I mean,who is not in love? Even those who have a “single and not searching “tag are secretly in love with someone who is either taken or not.
How often do you express your love to your loves ones? Don’t answer that. With all the life’s drama,we all need to be appreciated. And as a woman,I also want to appreciate and be appreciated everyday.Show some love people!