#eirenisms

He tastes of tea, trembling lips lightly touching her mouth and trembling fingers involving her wrist, such a delicate hold as both figures sit on a couch. It is his apartment and she likes to visit him, for he is gentle and kind and he cooks very well. Two teacups are in front of them, untouched on the coffee table. The room smells of leaves and cherries. One of her hands is on his cheek, soft fingers touching warm skin and oh, the woman kisses the man that kisses her.

“What was that?”, feminine voice whispers against his face. Hidden laugh and hidden smile sparkle within the blue of her irises, as she moves her face and observes the window. The woman chuckles and takes a teacup and drinks it and looks at him. It happened in a moment and it was gone, but his kiss was still in the corner of her crimson lips.