Being one Jane Austen's fan, I am Romantic. Having read John Donne, took me even more close to what they say, Love!
Danielle Steel's story of that beautiful girl deeply in love fortified the emotion of romance in me.
Danielle Steel's story of that beautiful girl deeply in love fortified the emotion of romance in me.
Yes, I am Romantic!
And I love it to the another level.
And I love it to the another level.
The level of moment when seeing him walking to her struck her with collywobbles;
on that windy eve at the Greenland;
Or on the moon lit sea-shore.
Donning a white silk shirt, getting swirled in that dewy-cold breeze.
Approaching to her with a brooding look, looking deep into the eyes, as if to dig the splinters out, in tears of happiness.
Holding her waist with his amorous hands, coming close to her glowing face his eyes are stuck. In a blink of his eye, her neck becomes the oozing berry which he kissed with all the compassion he carried in his heart all those years.
His love for her could be felt in his amiable touch. She shivers, her heart skips a beat while his hands undulates at her back. Her body gets moist, mostly with the warmth of his breath.
In that flutter that goes in belly, with quivering hands she holds him tightly at his neck and turn his face against her. Again their eyes nipping deep, holding together in that Caress of one another's arms, their lips clutch!
It brings them to the cosset with only endearment as the shield.
The nuzzle gives her immense joy. He skims his hands gently across her face and neck to wipe out the sultriness that is dripping from the back her ear, down to her neck and conceals into her Red tank top that she especially bought to wear only for this meeting.
Their bodies snuggled as he enfolded her in his arms and stroked her hair.
He dandles her into whirls and she giggles like that little kid who is gladdened by the twirl; that rendered palpitations into his belly.
The laugh they share disguised the shrieking sounds of the frantic maniacs.
The sky seems brighter than ever. The breeze never felt this soothing.
Yes, they breathe love....
on that windy eve at the Greenland;
Or on the moon lit sea-shore.
Donning a white silk shirt, getting swirled in that dewy-cold breeze.
Approaching to her with a brooding look, looking deep into the eyes, as if to dig the splinters out, in tears of happiness.
Holding her waist with his amorous hands, coming close to her glowing face his eyes are stuck. In a blink of his eye, her neck becomes the oozing berry which he kissed with all the compassion he carried in his heart all those years.
His love for her could be felt in his amiable touch. She shivers, her heart skips a beat while his hands undulates at her back. Her body gets moist, mostly with the warmth of his breath.
In that flutter that goes in belly, with quivering hands she holds him tightly at his neck and turn his face against her. Again their eyes nipping deep, holding together in that Caress of one another's arms, their lips clutch!
It brings them to the cosset with only endearment as the shield.
The nuzzle gives her immense joy. He skims his hands gently across her face and neck to wipe out the sultriness that is dripping from the back her ear, down to her neck and conceals into her Red tank top that she especially bought to wear only for this meeting.
Their bodies snuggled as he enfolded her in his arms and stroked her hair.
He dandles her into whirls and she giggles like that little kid who is gladdened by the twirl; that rendered palpitations into his belly.
The laugh they share disguised the shrieking sounds of the frantic maniacs.
The sky seems brighter than ever. The breeze never felt this soothing.
Yes, they breathe love....

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Beautifully penned !
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