The dim yellow glow light, takes away the bright. . .
Orchids and roses lie in their perfect poses,
The melting candles constantly teasing their senses.
They look Detached but yet so attached.
She watched him move slowly towards her way.
Till he was standing in front of her,
Stretching his hand away.
They glide into each other’s arms
And fit there perfectly,
As if they were just meant to be.
Their burning bodies touching each other,
Searing it further,
They move at the rhythm of their hearts,
That was playing its own chords.
He looks into her black kohl eyes,
And was mesmerized by the vision in front his eyes;
The feelings he never felt ,rushed over him.
He pulls her closer,
she could smell the sweetness of his lips,
Intoxicating all her senses.
He swirls her around,
Whispering softly into her ears while his breath is playing with her hair.
He bends and kisses her bare nape
Which tasted sweeter than the caramel cake.
She sighed happily and ohh so peacefully;
That her heart started playing the lyre
And her body heated like a scorching fire.
Opening her eyes,
She looks into his and slowly smiles
When just then the lights come bright.
And the director says it was done perfectly right.