her lips beckon in the corner of dream, to sneak kisses by slipping down an uncrowded side street in a crowded city

the way they curl into a smile that makes the sun dim slightly when the full radiance is shone on the world itself

the rains had come for the third day straight, yet she walked as if no drop dare touch her, dare befoul her perfection, a dance between the precipitated falling specks so trained as if performed on stages for adoring crowds in sold out theatres across the globe

yet, when she caught my gaze watching her in rapt passionate fervor, she smiled and each drop froze as she looked at me shyly, still unused to being the center of my everything, all i could wish was to hold her in my arms until the sun burned itself from the sky