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Sulks and sighs of anger.
Gaze everywhere but not on her.
How long? He yelled.
It’s time for her to unleash the sorcery skill
of smacking the surliness like dead bodies in funeral pyre;
Mercilessly, pelting her lethal sweetness on what seems to her or
What she smirkily thinks she does:
Placating a petulant, grumpy child throwing tantrums.

Everything is going to be meticulously discreet:
Even her initial silence,
The unspoken words in contrast with the garrulous fire of anger,
Nerve-withering touches with both the gaze of eyes shimmering of chandeliers of Ambience verbiaging apologies Against the defence of gossamer gaze-aversion
And the literal touch of extending stem with five soft petals,
Switching between the a stoic’s-grin face and a pathetic-destitute-in-front-of-heartless-opulent-animal face.

Her insidious attack begins:
Flowery, rosy, Midas’ hands bloomed a fondle.
Fuming hands fluttered nevertheless his finger tips
could sniff the substantially-superfluous scent of love from hers.
Concussion
Angel started peeing on Satan’s fire, Fuming anger faltered.
His tactics and levels of defence has startled.
Her armour piercing ammos penetrated his anger vest.
His trenches now filled with his concrete discreetness of her senses.
His castle walls? Already shattered!
The state of his carefully-built castle? Crumbling from the top or from basement?

She was not ready strut in waiting a for a surrender.
Shamestruck Alexander-the-great is now cringy.
Here comes the flag of peace
Her mitigating flower swallowed the wasp inside
Bearing a delicious fruit of love!

For love’s sake stop being angry
For time’s sake stop being late!
Isn’t it in the patience of waiting lies love’s pleasure!
Doesn’t it in time I wait grew anxious of the ephemeral time I spend enjoying the pleasure
Of being with you?

Never she promised she wouldn’t be late
And never he accepted that to be his fate!
He would burn and she would defuse.
And you know until where it continues?

He was waiting for her for so long
As usual she made him long
As usual he was blazing in fury
Questioned her like a member of jury,

Confronting her in the threshold of heaven
Yelling “How long?”