He winked and said, “My luck resides in her.”
Oblivious to the surrounding voices of disgust and discouragement , he sauntered slowly towards me, “Isn’t it, my lady luck?”
Brave enough to transcend that stage of perplexity , he looked at me with smouldering eyes that appeared to burry themselves in me. His gaze was intimidating but still charming and erotic. I was lost in his eyes and all of sudden he bent on his knees,
“Your dreams are mine , you’re a type of wine, something that I’m addicted to. Your eyes that shine, your lips so divine , I feel like living just for you.”
And a tear rolled from his eyes and that of mine. Who would’ve expected, after such long time, he’ll finally let his heart out and claim what was his, all the time.