A moment where our eyes drowning in each other's, Incense burning, and I can smell jasmin and vanilla which fills the room, my lips falls on the surface of her skin that's like coconut's soft insides, our tongues licking lips, intertwining, mingling, leaving a taste in mouth; the wet soft kisses.
The room's airy ⸺ the window's open, sunshine flickering in, the white curtains swaying in air; the late september and early october breeze playing with your hair alongside my fingers, while wind makes them messy and then my fingers tucks them behind your ear. The room has a soft glow of blue and purple lights, mixing with sun's. And my lips takes a sudden bite on yours, it's like a bite on a fruit, gushy, and wet. And my eyes sometimes fell Buddha's idol that's just sitting there gorgeously beside flowers with my favourite indoor plants, shadowing over us with peace. A comforting silence, no words at all, so they won't come in between us. An inchoate passion which lingers and is so intact in it, just wanting to come to fruition; or in simple words: to Orgasm.
The eyes meets, and stay there till they coalesce in one another's drowning consciousness. A complete affair. And inbetween, our lips are placed perfectly onto each other, Kissing bottom lip then upper, in a rythm. Like that mellow "Loveee song" by Rihanna and future flowing to our ear in a low volume from the other room. The sheets are white, a book of arabic poems by mansur-al' Hallaj with a pencil between it's pages just laying on the side of bed. Which reminds me of the poetry in which Mansur - al' Halaj said "Take away the Me so only You remains", which portrays a perfect clay of emotions forming physically and fornicating.
It's a daydream again, reveries of love; woven with desire.
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