Orbs twinkled like fairy lights, waltzing with her coy heart and stellar squeals.
Celestial dollops of bygone memories surfaced in her tangled mind.
Posh polaroids grazed with pristine crush aroma, cooked in her gasping heart.
Palms visited the chill pools of frenzied anxiety.
Butterflies zipped the flooding stomach to elope from the wheezing mouth.
Burning ambrosia crawled from the seething pits of the ticklish stomach to tint her face rosy.

But the fleeting fire smouldered before him.

The passionate fire veiled herself under the cloak of casual indifference.

But the smiling eyes betrayed.

The smiling eyes said it all.

It's always the damn eyes.