Love is by Tatiana Vyuzhanina

We were sitting at the edge
of rocky mountain. The sun was slowly setting down and throwing a purple-milky glow into the heavens. It seemed I heard a thrill of turtledove, or maybe it was my darling’s whisper that her warm lips spoked by touching with tender my left earlobe. I have been looking at her golden amber eyes and they were catching my malleable being deep inside… so that I was captured to the end not able to move. My fingertips were cold, my breathing increased with her paralytic look. I was struck on the spot and I liked it. It drove me crazy being only hers. Dark-brown, never dyed, wavy hair, from the blow of velvet wind, were scattering in the air and gently tickling my shoulder. Those full cherry-red lips were sweet and innocent that it was hard to keep from kissing and losing my head. Burning warmth filled my heart. Peace. Silence. The sun went down over the horizon, but my life has just begun.