The Untold Story

I could keep staring.
The intoxicating peach brown of your eyes.
But then, a sudden rush of blood hits the brain.
It was never just about the eyes.


I could keep talking.
Lengths of an entirety.
But then, a sudden lump hits the throat.
It was never just about the conversations.


I could make love.
The white wrinkled sheets all over.
But then, a sudden storm hits the seas.
It was never just about making love...