Love was making its instance
In the old autumn evening,
The breeze flowed, passed them
Making the hair move in front of her face
Moved those as they
Slided over her cheecks
Sliding the hands over her cheeks
They moved to the neck
Moments were crystal clear
The world to them was blurr.
Eyes were stuck on each other
No one knew what to do next
But yes, a move had to be made.
Those eyes were drowning into
When she pulled her waist, and she was even more close to her
It was the first time they were so close,
Even obstructing the wind in its path.
Nature was so happy at their meet,
That the clouds couldnt stop but shower its love.
As the rain poured down, feelings too poured out,
The hands slided over the neck till the collar bone.
A step ahead with eyes shut and lips locked as if the key had got lost as love was making instance so the first Canodle was done.
As feelings poured out, the bond was growing more strong and her lips were stuck to hers as if jaggery was kept to be melt by them.
Written By: Nadiya Murshed
Instagram Handle: @those_unbound_feelings