Emotion 29


It was rather the way he walked.

His easy swagger.

I never was able to take my eyes of him when he walked.

It seemed I was more taken by it;

Even more that those eyes of his.

Eyes that if directed at me;

Would smoulder and glower.

Pulling me in.

Swallowing me in.

His dimple that wasn’t quite there but there all the same.

Those eyelashes,

Those arms when he held me;

The hair;

Or rather his bald head;

How shy he got when he stood by me.

His teeth when he smiled.

His gall.

That twinkle in his eyes before he innocently asked.

For a kiss.

I fell hard and well.

And I.

Loved every moment of it.


-Raw Wilde





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