Sweven

She tucked her hair behind her ear. I looked at her as if she was the last sunset of my life I was witnessing. I lifted her chin up, drew her closer and we smooched with such passion that even the strings of our hearts came lose and got tied in a knot with each other. I held her waist gently fearing that such a tendering softness might get broken by my tough hands. Breaking the smooch, I looked into her eyes. They were an ocean of hallucination quenching thirst of a daily beer-drinker with champagne. She lowered her head then, blushing. I could feel her breath on my neck, each breath intoxicating me with the morphine of love. She is the most beautiful thing that has and will ever happen to me.