When you are with someone, all you want is their propinquity. Their love vibrating your flesh and bones, all you crave for is their warmth.
Walking on the road, holding hands I looked up at the sky. Why are winters so romantic?
“Beautiful aren’t they?”, Sivan asked looking up at the stars.
“hmm”, I smiled.
“You know what’s more beautiful?” chaffing my hand he looked at me, “You!”.
Looking me in the eye, his face looked like a thriving ivory in the moonlight. His hair falling on his forehead, his reddened cheeks due to cold and his darker deep eyes inviting me to kiss him. Continue reading “Perfect Kiss.”