We’ve met before in times of happiness and seasons of yore
We’ve met before… when his features were unattractive and boyish and my innocence allowed only this to engulf timid adolescent pleasures
Those of grins n greetings…favours n meetings unplanned
We’ve met before and conversed in more real ways than real is described
From associates to friends n friends to…
We’ve met, but, this time by charm on munch of chocolate chips
Only now revealing the mind of "one"… to show emotions through selfishness and damned the
Inevitable of another …
I was forced to conceal… for I’ve become selfish too, at the cost of my “reputation” by indulging his whispers and charm
His whispers different…seemingly dreamy… and we touched!!
My hands dampened at the thrilling sense of his finger tips, teasing grips and thin moist lips
We’ve met…but… this time different, after the feed of chocolate chip cookies
Like its contents, we haplessly melt n kiss’t
We’ve felt… the rage of subtle flames
Which now makes sense …”nothing comes from nothing”
The metamorphosis of childish games
The tumble of dust off shoulders soon after the quiver of a mid night feat.
And tho’ we’ve met afterwards... silence was enough to say the least
I may regret this bliss!…tomorrow
But today…I want to be missed!
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