The way her eyes go around, the movement of expressions on her face. That constant smile, a bit smirky at times. And her curly, scattered tresses which she would let loose at times, only to leave me trapped in a free fall. That episodic whiff in the air when the wind passes by, it's the scented stream that pours down her collar. It makes me itchy.
I'd wrap myself around it for a moment and won't let go. I'd drown myself in her presence. Only in my castles of thought and fantasy, I'd do this all. Ofcourse, she doesn't know this..
I'd wrap myself around it for a moment and won't let go. I'd drown myself in her presence. Only in my castles of thought and fantasy, I'd do this all. Ofcourse, she doesn't know this..
