Jul 30, 2015
Portico
The evening rays shaded across the portico,slowly it beaded for this fete like a bestow. Chancing by, it felt like I was braided to his hands of burly traits and hair looking so great. With a whistle of a classic on his lips, charmed my pulse skipped. This date I write about is so grand, will these words find its stand? Such zeal in those deep, pure eyes. Can a man be all that spiced? -Harsheeni Hanna