The deep black of her eyes was ethereal.
Her words just collapsed around me.
Did she want me to kiss her?
Make her gasp as I trace my words on her shoulders?
I knew what I wanted.
I was standing at the edge of paradise, afraid to step in or turn around.
I was drinking on her smiles and getting high on her laughter.
But did she feel the madness that would keep her awake all night?
And the urge to taste the desperation of my soul?
I would never know.
But I am okay with that.
Photo credits- Jacob Sutton (This is a beautiful picture)