愛嬌
your scent changed one day amongst spring; a different cologne you uttered your father had gifted you for your birthday. exuberance radiated off you in discordant waves, almost ruining me as I missed the honey aroma normally infused within your slender limbs wrapped around me ! you said your father had muttered groggily one afternoon how silver rings were the impeccable present for a woman, and endearment rubbed off you when scarcely you stroked the peripheries of my epidermis, infusing my carapace with the moondust radiating off your lovestruck irises, and I writhed within the bedsheets, yearning to reach you, but you were too far away, inaccessible almost like the ultramarine empyrean and the incandescently iridescent constellations I covet to stroke upon pondering midnights, when I think of how ironic it is that we're together, silver rings adorning our digits yet minds strayed on the desolate pluto, the one you revere with your mahoganized oculi professing love to something mere mortals cannot reach !
