p e a c e

melisande




⥼he is mannered with exceptional etiquette- blooming inside her a larger than before curiosity. where was he from?- who did he love? who heard his melodic sweet nothings all night long? she bit her lip in the slightest way, tempted to speed their introduction up and fertilize their potentials. yet she holds back, making sure not to overwhelm him. but his eyes asked for more somehow.. persuading her.
he's pleasurable to her ears: his voice that was velvety & sweet. his expression was a sultry one with an unwavering gaze making her body shift with the first feelings discomfort. as if her seat was too warm to bear.. slowly, she hitches herself up, coming to an elegant sit while her eyes followed him still. bright and unpolluted. the male held an air of intensity around him, but still felt gentlemanly to her naive perception. if only she had a name to call him by. "May I know your name?"⥽


"talk" "think"