Your smile is that tapestry of delights and smooth rhyming concoction around my neck. One glimpse, and I'm no longer a stable, sensible person. I melt with ease, when you flash me that royally sweet smile. I'm yours, don't you see?
I love the way your smile blooms like roses, and then withers away like petals scattered in the breeze. I wait for you to unleash it, so that i can sink under its immediate and delayed pleasures. What a gratification of the soul! I love the taut synced ardour of your smile's magic. It creates delights unknown and untold. It makes me wanna reel under its sepia-tinted honeymoon bliss.
Your smile makes me blush furiously and dwell in the aftermath of the heaven which that fervour stirs in my soul, that increasingly high-pitched twist of archaic joy which it blends in my heart and soul. Joy, delight, happiness, soft moody merriment. Just words. Just words which meant nothing till your smile got in the way.
A lispy hue, a blooming carnation, a dusky ensemble of all things small and big, a multi-toned delight. I'm yours when you unleash your smile on me. I'm yours when you flash me those hidden dimples, those corners of your soul which lift the paradigm of your existence into tiny bubbles of soothingness. I'm yours when your smile works around my existence, contorting its contours to fit its reality.
I dream of your smile's all-weather soul. Your smile has a soul. It's soothing, and every night i float in the galaxies of your smile and read it in my mind's eye. i read of faeries floating in some far-off world and brushing against your lips when you generate magic of a hardened sort. My hands get cold, fucking cold and my eyes fear to shut as I know I am not alone, my brain feels heavy but the immense pleasure is yet to be deciphered, I walk with desire running all over my nerves and a constant fear of God knows what. Well, don’t worry sweetheart, I know it’s you, it’s you running over my skin all night long, it’s you not letting me sleep, it’s only you in my mind that drives the passion out of me and the hunger to nab you from this world of drama and keep you safe in my compartments of heart where there is no escape for collision.
You are the metaphor to my dreams and the unwinding explosion of currents in my veins. I love you, stranger smile. Keep haunting me, and I promise to remain yours forever.