She skipped a beat.
She had instead put on some weight, dark circles under her eyes, and pessimism around her persona.
She weighed herself against him.
Somewhere outside, the breeze sung a song; she knew she’d heard it before, long,long ago.
He held her tender fingers, sending shivers down her body, his eyes held hers, and his lips moved closer to her hands. As his lips touched her palm, she gasped for breath, her eyes closed, half with pleasure, and half with the pain that the callous world had given her. She felt like she’s melting, and how she wanted him to hold her.
He pulled her close, ran his fingers through her hair, touched her cheek, and pressed his lips against hers, slowly now; withdrawing then; again and again, before giving her a passionate, lasting sensation of ecstasy.
Outside somewhere, the music began loud, the winds murmured.
She let the passion and love, held so long in their hearts, flow freely. She dropped a tear here, and he swore her name, they dived into each other, the times came to a stand, the hearts stopped beating; the feelings knew no bounds, and they’d defined no boundaries…..
Yet, the winds turned crazy, the music played loud, and somewhere, it rained.
