That was at a snail's pace

for three seconds there was

nothing in the air.

he blushed 

although he know 

this is the last...

when her lips softened him

his heart strike a bargain

'what this will cause you

your life now dabbles

dont fall for her mouth"s germ"

but i am dazzled by her race-

against time

she is soft and mallow

the hot hand prepared me to-

overcome the melancholy of life

her shiny kaftan impulsed my heart 

beat

her stark madness made me half mad

if i say my world 

was...

is....

she.

the hot hand cruised for warmth

now its just like the ice box

his face fell as

her face turns to pale yellow

he holded her hand for one more time

although he know

this is the last

my tabby.......

why you left me.