Confession

She holds the receiver with such a grace,

As if radiated by an unearthly light.

The most mundane would become magical,

the moment it meets her touch.

Effortlessly, her beauty exudes.

As if to taunt an already beaten mind,

An aroma gently whiffs your anxious nostrils.

Then, time slows down…

As if to taunt you further,

You find yourself lost as her eyes lock into yours.

You’re completely drowned as her lips part to smile.

No words can give justice to the perfection of this moment,

If only such perfection could be captured forever.

But no…

As all good things must come to an end,

This moment remains only as a blissful memory.

You wish to cherish the softness of her lips…

The smoothness of her skin…

But all reason holds you back.

Is it fear?

Maybe.

Apprehension?

Probably.

But despite the uncertainty,

You keep composure at heart.

She notices nothing, and you, in turn, do nothing…

And that is what you remain to be…

In case you haven’t realized,

The YOU… its Me…

And the SHE?

Who else… its You…