30/8/2018 0 Comments Arrested romance(Story) She catches his breath carried in the wind from the 6 meter distance between them. His torn jeans make way to his scraped knees hanging off the ledge. Dirty hands hardened from garden work, the tan reminds her of midnight. Staring at these hands she grows to trust him. They are stronger than the man she is united too, wants them more than the reach of her child’s.
If only I can hold them, she thinks. Her top sits loose showing off her shoulders, baring enough to vividly imagine her sagging mounds full and lush. Short gazes stolen from across the way she notes each one. Tightly wound her head wrap is perched modestly, pronouncing cheek bones reminiscent of a gazelle. Silky, her skin is dusted with cinnamon he grows to love her shades. Purer than the woman he is promised too, yearns them more than water. If only I could graze them, he thinks. A romance arrested in glances.
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