I won’t say it
Yet I can’t stop looking into your eyes
The way you look back into mine give me the rush
I didn’t know shyness could afflict a grown woman
Until the rain started…
Giving even less options of getting away from the sweet tension building up inside
Looking down at my fingers feels like a scene from Bollymovies
But the tension you build inside aches me to my loins.
With the rains,
Under warm white sheets is where we ought to be
If only I could do to you what my eyes mask so well
Expressions, longing and wanting
Made our hearts inseparable
But until we’re together again,
I’d love to think of you in the rain with me.
nice piece
Thank you 😊