My eyes dance along the soft curves of your lips as you talk.
I shouldn't be so hypnotized at such a simple conversation.
Though it isn't the conversation that captivates me so.
The music stops,
I look up to see you are no longer talking.
A drunken, "Yeah." Escapes me in hope for a smooth recovery.
I can see the curiosity passing through your eyes.
Your gaze moves down to my lips.
A shy smile kisses the corner of yours.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
My eyes dance along the soft curves of your lips as you talk.
I shouldn't be so hypnotized at such a simple conversation.
Though it isn't the conversation that captivates me so.
The music stops,
I look up to see you are no longer talking.
A drunken, "Yeah." Escapes me in hope for a smooth recovery.
I can see the curiosity passing through your eyes.
Your gaze moves down to my lips.
A shy smile kisses the corner of yours.
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