How sure and warm his touch
How well she remembered it
How vivid its memory
And that hand brought back such memories
Such passion
Such music
It played in the mists of her mind
Like waves crashing on the sand
Cresendo...
Like an elegant orchestra teased his memory
Like the bow of her violin
Gently caressing the strings
Coaxing the music
Softly stroking
Like soft sweet lips
His memory
So beguiling
Beckoning
Like the distant strains
Of the Siren
The windsong
Ever present
Out of reach
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Indulgence…. is sometime really strange to understand. It can be of many ways. It can come to you through different avenues & in different forms. Back to Champagne… it is something that never impressed me… even in my wildest thoughts… sometimes I think why people write so much about it, why people talk so much about it, why people make it part of their lifestyle… why its status has been changed into something superior… why? To me, it’s something not to bother… not to care… not to think of…
Faisal....
this post is not about champagne literally... but rather the post speaks to the memory of someone...
ever felt drunk in love with someone?
ever felt intoxicated in their presence?
ever felt that love for them was like a drunken haze that dulled your mind and made you stupid to the world?
ever felt that they were addictive like drinking is?
ever felt that they made you feel uplifted like bubbles... bubbles of champagne?
ever felt like you wanted to get lost in them, get drunk in them and forget all else?
that is what this post is about...
feeling like that...
remembering that....
wanting that...
fearing that....
having that...
losing that...
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