The evening sky on New Years eve

And on the last evening of the year,

The sky is blushing pink

Like a pretty bride

Who has been kissed for the very first time.

Bliss

Silky waves reflect naughty eyes,

My raised eyebrow in bold moonlight.

A touch of a whisper,

will set us free tonight.

Mellow feet against the sand.

Your flying strands, in breezy hands.

A silent touch,

A blushing smile.

The unspoken kiss is so worthwhile.

Your blush

When you blush with that shy smile playing on your lips,

the flower hasnt been discovered yet

that could hold in comparison.

Maybe, it never shall.