The seesaw weeds wavering onto the paras of memories,
Some with awe of classy days, some shades of dunes of pine trees,

As hearts go gaga lips tightening a forbidden saga laced with a mist of hush relation, hovering mending fulfilling daisy of dashes confessions making her supremacy of praises beauty not the slavery of ages, their serendipity making chains of butterflies of feels, cherishing intertwined tangled gushing in glints of hazy illusions, making kaleidoscopic hues of fantasy,

The sluggish twilight sewing rallies of misty confrontations yearning for the presence shameless platting emotions like advents only that matters, mingling with agerasia bodily gestures taming seductive visions and sudden petrichor following with thunderstorms grooms closeness triggering bestowed thoughts as closeness turn erotica breaths and waves of bedded emotions turning to back glimpsing just a juncture of sins compelling of heartbeats and ends a memory of recalls.

As a dreamy lull rouses a feel was it a reality or showcase of the fantasy of expectations.
© Soni Mirchandani