Spring.

Desire nailed into the thick air,
lustrous eyes, delicately rounded.
Watching her straw get distorted in the glass,
Just as if it would.
The hungry heart is a ravenous beast,
Calling to be fed and yet, not misunderstood. 
Music painted onto silence,
Another pair of eyes she see's,
Awaiting the modulation of spring.
Hearts beating, distance and length intertwined,
At precisely the right moment.

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[Arsalan...]

this is very good freind