The lower one was bright red, but the upper one was slightly black. But those lips were the perfect! ...it's not an ego drived exaggeration- it deserves that much appreciation.
"Won't you be mine forever?"
"Mm..mmm....mmm..."
It was just "mm...." but if you re-read this piece, please take my heart and ears ...just take it! To feel how that little "mm" sound pleased me... How I wished it to be repeated a thousand times, but "Mmm..." failed to give an answer to the question I asked.
Its deep and complicated...we stared at the distant horizon , expecting the sea to kiss the sky somehow.
"Can I kiss u?"
"Hmm"
I kissed her. I closed my eyes.It was a long kiss.. We both wanted it knowing that the old person who will hold on to her, will take this off soon. When I opened my eyes I saw her disappearing..just disappearing from the edge of my eyesight!
All that was left were my lips, wet from her bright red lips. One last time!
The old man had power,money, law and order with him.
They were well sufficient to purchase love when justice was no more.
I turned back slowly. The black girl was there ....she told me to choose as usual. Choose from what?... "Get busy living or get busy dying"
I decided to live just being grateful for the very pleasant and honest smile on her black face.
I smiled for a minute. Tranqulity embraced my heart again and I walked away.
- M. Indeewara
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