It’s been a while now since I wrote something and finally thought to come back to life before the year ends, and hopefully doesn’t end me!
Here we go…
His eyes made her sink into a black hole of tranquility,
His touch sent endless chills down her spine; arousing her into another dimension,
His voice was the poetry her soul longed for,
His breath made adrenalin rush through her existence,
His lips caressed her skin; resonating her into a billion frequencies,
His existence was a promise ring; assuring her that she is not alone–has some support,
His name was the ray of hope through her life’s monochromatic aura…
The Quill finally found paper!
*This poem was written on 15th November, 2020 at 10:44 am*
Someone challenged me that I don’t have emotions and I can never come up and articulate in aromantic genre! The plus point was it was a bet; I won it!