• aiswaryanarayanan 5w

    Their lips not leaving each other, his hands holding her tight. They were a tangled mess. A beautiful mess of love. For a moment, he stopped to look into her eyes. She was vulnerable, ready to loose and to bare it all for the moment. With a gaze he told, brown eyes are not rare, but your eyes hold magic that even the stars envy. I can see your soul, our truth, in your little eyes.

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