SPELL

SPELL


Pages, smoothened

Eyeglasses Adjusted

Every movement precise

Every movement pure

*

Delicate fingers traced the lines

Plucked eyebrows rose and fell

Superbly defined nostrils quivered

Pulsating flushed lips, controlled

*

Lulled was I, not by the burr voice

Not by the phobic pocket space

Not by words from the pages

But the sweet flavour of her aroma

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