I am a Stranger.
25 July 2018
I am a stranger. We have not met, but our eyes have. Parts of our weak hearts may lust over each other. We may temporarily be within each other’s prying presence. Not for long. For in minutes, our hearts will once again become strangers. And our eyes may never meet again.
So let me savor you. As you savor me. Let me take in your every detail. Let me fall for you, to only in moments pick myself…