Sprinkle

“Memories never die”

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

Drops of rain poured on me, but I hated the mud.

I remember we rode in a cold monsoon, but my soul was warmed by love.

Sipping warm tea while staring into your eyes, no words were enough to praise your smile.

Your flirty gaze could melt me down, and one naughty word was enough to make me blush.

I wondered how a person could be so adorable. People in love are beautiful indeed.

Soaked in the rain, I admired you, making me go crazy on my knees.

I touch cold hands to my body, getting shy when I flirt back, glazed.

Excited to feel the warmth of your body, teasing you for being restless and eager to spend precious time.

Hug me tightly on a rainy day, watching you love is my favourite play.

I cherish my monsoon memories