Colour of Kiss…
Your gaze has the colour of kiss
My lips are warm and restless
Your eyes are looking into mine, willing me to only look at them, being captivated into their depth. What is your eyes' story tonight? Are they going to talk about the tale of a kiss?
There is this demanding request or a plea, I'm not sure which one, on my lips to be blossomed before the night gets over and a persuasive mystery in your gaze, seduces me to unravel its story. What is the story behind those eyes?
Heartbeats of my excited heart are filling the stillness of the moment and you still are staring at me. What is the secret of your eyes being so piercing and stilling me in my place to wait?
In the night, the silence of the sky and one star; your gaze has the colour of the kiss; my lips are warm and restless; and the air holding its breath in anticipation of a kiss…
A kiss that never comes.
Okay, there is not much in this chap, but what can I say except I like it?
Thank you (Valerie and Brenda) for your feedback. ❤️
To dear Valerie: as the saying goes, "age doesn't matter, but the youthfulness of the heart (and I might add mind) does!"😊 I'm not a child, but still taking pleasure from watching the cartoons I watched when I was younger.
With a basket full of love, best wishes and joy ❤️🌸🌈
Le Lys Dans LA Vallée