JustsomethingIwrote:

He looks into the hole -circling, round and round. Everlasting trail forms, plunges many desires of what goes on in his mind. Fresh, brewed café noir tugs his instincts into sense as the rich aroma seduces his smelling structure. Waking his apperceptions, realizing that his duration has not yet come to an end and his era has not yet differed. He encircles around the surroundings, appreciating the illustrations drawn by the great artist. After all it was an authentic hand made china tea cup of which the Turkish coffee has been poured into -a cup design that was inspired by one of Qiu Ying’s paintings.

But then she comes along.

She twirls. Kinky curls prancing and hands dangling-alluring to what he has seen. And she looks at him. She stares at the artless soul who was ever so born with a naïve mind, nevertheless creative but with stubbornness that cannot be worn out. Her respect for him was strong-willed, stabled and reinforced.

He was the joker, and she was his muse.

Like two hearts colliding and wrapped in twine –never having the strength to let go. The warmth between them was the reason why there was incompleteness to their absence.
And her silhouette shone with beauty and vogue. Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.

Enduring passion is disposed away, rapidly thrown delicately. Engaged in entirety they both have as it embraces their souls and youth. Electricity then secures as they both inhale their breaths. Realizing that clarity and the grandeur never lasts and what they both have felt was simply hypnotizing the human mind as they both age.
Splashing emotions have been poured down as it winds their minds into confession. They were so young, stubborn and rebellious but the words weren’t able to be exposed.
But there were consequences with every expedient. Originality will soon be taken away by every cliché that will have been said. And as the light slowly gets blown away, the two hearts will soon collapse. Nudity will be shown without any affection. Heartbreaking news will be said and before their minds and souls get into their own senses –it’s over.
He held her, as she saw his infatuation was bare for her. Thrill was the perfect word to describe it. No, scratch that –there was no word that was able to describe it. Surely it was thrilling but craving was included and so was comfort.

He looked into her eyes, but never seeking that natural color. But no matter how hard he looked, violet was the only color he received. Amazed that she was in no doubt a work of art filled with much management that will satisfy him.
 
He felt her breathing against his skin. Heat. She slowly tilted her head to his. Abruptly breathing, faster and harder as her body was slowly shaking she tightened her arms around his upper body, pulling in the sense of closure.
 
Firm yet sultry. Clinching to what’s between them. Carved in the core of their hearts. Adorn.