Beautiful Memory


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.

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