What Is Love? (1)

Ludus:Playful Love.

One night Stands and sweet-sour margaritas , Dimly-lit bars and dark ,curious eyes.
Her story was one of hesitant touches and shy smiles. That onemeeting shouldn’t have changed much but oh, it did. A flip of her hair and a confident yet sultry walk towards him got his attention, as did the sinfulsmile on her red-painted lips.

The last shreds of innocence fading away with deceptive, meaningless lies.
They talked, as everybody else did, keeping up with the pretence of mundane normalcy in their light conversation over the bar. “Do you come here often?” “No, not really,” she laughs, waving down the bartender for her weekend regular.

Playing a game of emotions and vices with much to offer but reality.
It didn’t take much to see what he was trying to lead her into but she wasn’t letting go of her control. It was all a play, biding her time to see how long he’d take it before making his move. It would be her, though...It always was. Nobody beats her to the punch. No-one needs to tell the pro what the playing field looked like.

Guarded movements and thoughtless speech , asking all but yielding none.
Coy smile hidden behind her glass, fingers trailing lightly down his arm and ‘Maybe we could go somewhere more...quiet?” It was him who nodded, him who followedher out of the bar , into the dark .......

Friday night parties and Saturday night raves , Sunday’s sunrise spent in recoveries.

And so her weekend ended in the warm envelope of her blanket and junk food,revitalizing herself for the week ahead. It was a good night, she decided.Better than most of her last.

Shimmery gold eye-shadow and well-fitting jeans , flirty quirks of the lip and many ulterior means.
And there she was again the next weekend, the same strut and the same red-lipped smile. That was all it was for her –

For her love was like the evening breeze,it never stays. She might be yours for a fleeting second but her heart is drunk on the freedom of the unknown. It cannot walk straight, darling. It flips with the second and in that second, she lives and dies , only to rise again from the ashes of unfulfilled desires.

(In association with @/hiraethwrites)

Link to part 2: https://wrytin.com/hemanth1/what-is-love-2-jwd2qk6j