You smile and I have lost the last piece of grip I had held to. I had seldom tasted anything this mouth numbing. You smell like the daisies in the early spring and taste like fine wine poured right out the barrel. I surrender to your breath and melt with your voice. My heart races and all I hope is that you don’t hear it. You look at me with mischiefs planned in your head. And you recite it letting your lips be the pen and my body be the paper. But, you cast your spell, which merely wasn’t needed. My heart moans following every trace of your fingers: that sensation gets me drunk. You smile knowing how your little trick drives me crazy. You motion towards the awards you deserve and out of habit they go apart. I wasn’t mine for those hours, but I wasn’t lost to either.
– M A Y U S H