Your heart feels like the optimum temperature.
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the feeling of finding a home in a person.
you have kissed me several times before and it felt like nectarine blossoming in the back yard of my childhood home and butterflies whirling around them to suck out the nectar right from the center of the inflorescences every time.
I have a teardrop residing on my lashes since a few days back and the teardrop is finding a way to freeze, it is somewhere in the middle of liquidity and solidity, you are stopping it to freeze so that it meets your waiting hand and you could drink it in.
I have never seen such stumbling of blue eyes and I see a whale in them trying to find itβs way through the wilderness of coral reefs and growing weeds and the creepers fear you and my hands arenβt bruised anymore.
I have blushed like a seven year old girl seeing her lost mother and my eyes are still teary, and you are ready to take me under your wings and let me scream into the muff of your drapes, and your guts are wrenching with pain inside.
Shouldnβt my eyes be teary after all the mountains Iβve crossed and all the paths Iβve broken? but all I can see spreading on my face is half smirk, half laugh and half pleasure, what magic have you done on me, donβt take the spell back, I will let your hand go in vain.
A dΓ©jΓ vu had let me see the same face a thousand times in my previous life and I had wondered about the face back then until I started weeping and rolling on my fours with laughter ironically, now I know it was you and you felt like every emotion mixed in together like a perfect blend of spices in indian food.
let me let you seep inside me and drink every drop of me so that you would be the one appearing in my mind whenever I think of home, your heart has the perfect land to build my home on and the door would be made of your laughters and sorrows all with my tiny bit of passion.
