Peach shaded shirt became the cynosure of my eyes, the crisp linen on his broad chested shoulders rolled up casually into his roque arms, fairly enjoying the cool quotient set by few buttons opened lurched by my heart to skip few beats. The peach fabric played naughty by lazily resting on his strong frame letting me get a peak of his amazing body that had slowly started leaning against mine!


Their mutual admiration is just fresh like henna,
drawing them closer through chords of love.
Soon, the henna may fade away,
but serves as a reminder.
Once it is gone, you may soon forget about it,
But that tender love is designed permanently
 even though it may be  speck or be covered by your expectations!