Passing, the light mist of perfume saturates his senses.
Dizzy with lust, thoughts obscured by the quick nod and flick of the hair.
The calculated, pensive look, carrying an almost sad quality, dominates the ink stained paper in front of her.
Seen together, but always separate, beauty is renewed daily with the glimpse, the almost forgetful hello, the not knowing.
Very nice. Very well written 🙂
Thank you very much!!
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