first they met witty talks confused glances spiritually attracted felt those senses by her side staring eyes lost in the beauty chestnut hairs and cold skin freckles she had that first touch under the desk frozen they held something happened brown eyes and his cold breath latin tongue finding reasons to meet that first cut but no blood tangled questions darkened library where they sat; (to be continued) —riyawritings (pc: ig- d_gauri29)
Hey amigo! This is Riya Jaiswal and the contents here are my very own spontaneous overflow of emotions recollected in tranquility ;)