Flutter
Our eyes met over the counter. And turned into a gaze too long for comfort.
I looked away and slowly looked back again.
And for the first time, I saw him smile.
The kind of smile that turned the corners of his lips every so slightly, deepening the dimples on his cheeks.
And i watched mesmerized. For he does not know the effect he has on me.
His intensity. His laughter. His mood swings. His scent. Everything about him intoxicates me.
For the second time this week, I felt my heart flutter. And that is always a sign.
I looked away and slowly looked back again.
And for the first time, I saw him smile.
The kind of smile that turned the corners of his lips every so slightly, deepening the dimples on his cheeks.
And i watched mesmerized. For he does not know the effect he has on me.
His intensity. His laughter. His mood swings. His scent. Everything about him intoxicates me.
For the second time this week, I felt my heart flutter. And that is always a sign.
Posted by Miss Jes at 12:50 am
6 Comments:
Such fleeting passages of the precious moments of our passions of the sparks of romance could be so elusive if not grasped.
Passions come and go.
But the fire of true love is like Greek Fire.
Beware of the heartburns.
You should stalk him for a while, make sure he isn't seeing anyone and if he is you should off her with the old "concrete shoes" trick.
...like a spring time butterfly ;)
*sigh* yup, that's how I feel when I see Johnny Depp... ;)
Your eyes met over the counter? He doesn't work at McDonalds does he?
You have an amazing way of writing, makes me always feel as if I was there choking on my words and drooling .. strange feeling .. but really effective.
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