A Kiss On My Laps

My little phone touch gave brightness As I saw moving shadows on the dark blue walls. As quiet as a mouse, I stared at my imaginary motley collection of furniture and painting. I could hear footsteps slowly moving to and fro. The sounds of vehicles miles away kept me lively. I listened to the moan of the wind in the trees, as birds sings and peeks on them. I stood motionless, as I gazed morosely out of the window, as moth gathers a bulb outside. A touch on my hair brings me back to the realization of the dude on my bed. His penetrating blue eyes captures and elevates my spirit, he whispers slowly into my ears. I wants to kiss you lying on diamond pebbles in a pink sea. He held me closely capturing my lips and elevating my breast with a deep, electrifying romance in the south. It felt like england having a new Queen.