Good Morning

She! She's not just a she. For him she is the moon and the stars. Without her he is a dark, empty gloomy sky. She would trade the world for him. He is the world she lives in. He is the dream she fantasizes and the reality she dwells within...

She is the tenderness of lilium and beauty of daffodils, yet she is the spirit of restless enthusiasm of an unstoppable dreaming child... Wherever she steps, she blows out joy like jasmine spreads its scent on a spring morning sunrise.

He was in the garden reading one of his favorite novels, sitting on the grass and leaning his back against the tree. The tree that witnessed most of their moments together and heard the sweet words they used to share.

She strolled into his solitude and sat beside him on the thick green carpet of grass underneath the tree, leaning forward so she can see his face, looking at him from the side. He turned his head slowly to look at her startling eyes and her genuinely smiling face. He reached her cheek with his palm and slowly placed his lips against her forehead releasing a kiss saying “Good morning”.

Andy.

Hypnotized

I opened the door, and she came in spreading her fragrance before her. Her every single step into my place was diffusing a scent of pride and sweetness, tenderness and arrogance, warmth and chill. While she was passing me, her perfume stroked my breath and dazzled my senses. 

While I was walking her to the reception, I wish she didn't but, she untied her hair, disturbing the air, overwhelming the atmosphere with that puzzling mixture of the outdoors' rainy air, her scent and her fragrance. It made me drunk and thirsty for more... It confused my common sense and allured me to submissiveness. 

It reminded me of those old glorious days, when I used to enjoy that scent while running my nose on her arms, through her shoulders and up to her neck. 

The whole thing kept me hypnotized for a while, that wish, that sweet dream never lasted...


Andy.