there was a couple last night, who were kissing heavily at the bar. they were seated beside each other, her feet casually draped over his legs, his hand idly stroking her calf. she has a cute look about her, flushed cheeks, heavy lidded doe eyes, rumpled hair, and once in a while, she would flip her hair. as she does this, she would pull out a cap with one hand, and coif her hair with the other, then finally use her cap to haphazardly hold her hair in place. she would do this every so often, with a concentrated pout on her lips. and i, like the besotted boy beside her, would sit entranced and watch the scene.
the voyeur in me enjoys watching him fall for her again and again. he would pull his face closer to hers, look deeply and soulfully into her eyes, whisper sweet nothings that make her smile, and then claim her lips in a full body kiss -- hands in her hair, tongue and lips fully active, and bodies gravitating closer. she would always pull away first, cooling the frustrated fires in his eyes with a reassuring touch to his cheek. he would sigh, and smile back. they went on like this throughout the night, and somehow, i was drawn to them. they played like a silent movie to the soundtrack of the bar's live band. granted, there were hotter girls around, but somehow, the way he looked at her made her glow something pretty.
while lining up in the toilet (which has suddenly become gender unconscious), i find out from the boy that they have just gotten married -- and that this is his makeshift wedding party. they met while backpacking in indochina, and plan on settling in cambodia. he was beaming as he pointed to his wife. i've never seen a man so proud and happy to be hitched...
3 comments:
i love this post Steph. The beauty of being in Love.
that is because you haven't seen me point at my wife! :P
thanks sunshine! =)
good to hear that nick! =) though, not yet official, right? =)
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