The calm eyes
And the warm vibes.
The sheer silence
And the tightened lips…
The sharing of glitzy smile
I saw your teeth for the first time..
And the smile …
It was mischievous then..
Still mischievous when I think of it now
Another round of silence..
The first tête-à-tête
And the words of your witty-ness
Enough to cast a spell of your mischief
Bewitched I feel when you speak and when you don’t as well
Magic of silent naughtiness