Simplicity

I look at you as you sit next to me, holding my hand and talking to me of love. Your skin remind me of the warm nights, laying by the fireplace kissing with open mouths, warm just like the autumn leaves I love seeing. Your mouth, plump and eager, moves, and beautiful words come out. I had fallen in love with your eyes, their depth, their magnificent display of colour, and how unusually, but beautifully large they are. Even when you don’t talk words, your eyes speak volumes. The light of the amber street lamp really makes them glisten. Ah, and your glorious locks of brown, so soft and wonderful smelling. I’m captivated by your very presence, the way you carry yourself, they way you smile, or how you tilt your head to the side when you’re confused. I pull you towards me swiftly and place my lips on yours. Your arms curl around my waist, one hand placing itself on my back, the other wrapped tightly around my hips. You fill me with such delight. I always feel so secure around you, so special and loved. I always know where I stand with you. You’re honest, something I respect. I’m locked in your embrace, oblivious to the outside world. We’re sitting together in a park, on a cold night in October with only a few thin layers of clothing each other’s body heat to keep warm. It doesn’t really matter though, because it’s you holding me and keeping me safe.

 

The sun has already set and it’s quite dark. There are a few street lamps around, exuberating a light that makes you look divine. You tell me my eyes sparkle and that my eyes invite you to kiss me. I laugh, and you join in. I adopt a serious expression now, and I touch the skin on your cheek with my hand. I move my hand so that my forefinger is underneath your chin, and I lead your face towards mine. A sweet and passionate embrace overtakes us, and I’m unable to resist it. You can feel me shivering and you withdraw. You’re sitting facing me now, looking into my eyes. You place a kiss on my lips. “Come on, let’s go home before you freeze to death.” We both stand and walk to our building, stepping into the foyer out of the cold. We take the lift up to our floor, talking quietly as we wait for the ping and the lift doors to fly open. We walk to our flat. You put the key into the door and allow me to enter first, like the gentleman you are. I make you some coffee, even though I’m not drinking anything. You sit on the leather couch and sip it, aware of its extreme heat, your lips pursed. The very sight of you makes me smile. You notice me watching you and chuckle, asking what I was looking at in a light and playful manner. I take your coffee from you and put it down on the table. I push you, both of us laughing loudly now. You pull me so that I’m on top of you, my legs either side of your body. I bend down and stroke your face, you stare up at me with your intense and passionate eyes. I bend down even further and kiss your perfect mouth, pouring all of my love and emotion into the kiss. My hands weave themselves through your hair, and I feel you touching my hips. We stop. “I love you,” you say to me. I say it to you, and we lay down together, holding each other. I realise just how much I adore you, and how even though I know everything about you, you’re still my dark, handsome, mysterious stranger

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[WriterMe]

That was so beautifully captivating. I found myself drawing nearer and nearer to my computer screen. Your descriptions were so mesmerizing. Makes me wonder how does the bliss of falling in love really feel like? I loved it entirely. I really felt like you wrote this piece keeping some one special in mind. Or even if you weren't, kudos to your writing skill. Wonderful =]