#eyegazes

❝ if luxu’s like my dad, does that mean you’re like my grandpa? ❞

     Bright Selene, however, was none who granted easy access, surely.      With thy lips longing to grace her skin, this cruel feminine one displaced fair visage only slightly lower, so that thou may’st kiss the tip of porcelain nose. And laugh did she towards thee, carefree - as though one became victim to her hoax. Ne'er forgot she the art to be playful. Neither in separation, nor when both magnetize to collide. Though thy darling moon wished not to let thee go, in the upcoming glimpses, she had to. Interminably would she hold onto dark flames surrounding her, touch the one on which she could set herself ablaze ( in passion? In anguish? ); for thou wast the mayhem she ought to equalize, neutralize  – but t’was not to be for long, either way.      Halt did this not her fingers to cup thy jawline, gestures planted in silence ‘pon cheekbone. But so close two mouths were now. And in tenderness they sealed dividing gap. One moment, two, intertwined. Then, a heartly but flustered sigh was breathed to disconnect. Foreheads leaned as its aftermath whilst eyelashes fluttered through shame’s pull.      She couldn’t believe how FRAIL for thee she hath been.