Thursday, 30 November 2017

Quarrelling

His shy eyes,
His rhythmic heartbeats,
His sexy voice,
His silent gaze,
His naughty smile,
His hot breath,
His soft hairs,
His smell,
His lips,
The whole him.
O man, why we quarreling! She murmured herself.
She was missing him a lot.


She wanted to break the cage, flew to him and slap him harder.
Later she realized, realized to give him a little time,
little time to heal, to rest, to realize, to miss her, and
to end the awkward silence between them.

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