Before beginning my this post, I 'd like to make certain points clear.
1.This is purely my work of fiction and is not intended to be related to anyone. No one.
2.Please do not care to judge me after this. Really! It feels bad.
3.Lastly, be free to post whatever you feel. Cheers!
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| Photo credits: That Kiss in the Rain |
That night,
when we would prepare ourselves to get back home after a brief saunter. The moment we enter our room, it would take hardly a fraction of second to close it back.
Know why? Because you would be keenly busy and restless in unraveling my lacy
straps with your hands playfully scuffling to play with my tresses. Your
incessant force to drive me off to bed would impede when suddenly a knock on the
door with your mother telling us to open it would compel you to take your hands
off me. Though unwillingly. After a short, in fact really tiny encounter with
your mother, you look back to see if the business that you left unfinished for
a moment is still at its place. However, you find me nowhere around our bed.
Your eyes search for me everywhere, to incarcerate my tender body into your
those muscular and strong arms that my heart has craved to fit in, since so
many years. Tired and slightly irritated, you call my name loud enough to wake
up the people sleeping next to our bedroom. However, soon you’d realize that
all the untying had been done already in your absence. As soon as you turn up
the curtains of our bathroom, you’d find me there. Drenched, that incandescent
body, longingly waiting for the master to take over everything that has waited
an eternity. Your expressions seem to be inscrutable. As if the little attempt
to revive that loss love in our life has turned out to be futile. Nevertheless, suddenly my heart takes a jolt
when you push me away in your hefty arms and hug me to death. It is an innate
tendency of a human to get sentimental during such beautiful times of your
life. When you realize that all that affection and warmth that seemed to fade
away was just for a matter of time. Passing phase (as they say). Locked into
each other, we struggle to find a comfy position that would enable us to make
love. With that cold water tripping over our warm bodies, you make those little
noises of kissing my neck repeatedly. It looks as if we transited from all the
materialistic penance to a safer, had better place. Far away from the hustle
and bustle of our mundane and worldly hours that has separated our minds and
souls to a great extent. Silently we tread out of the washroom with our bodies
sopped with water all over. Our tongues delightfully set up on their voyage to
clean those tiny droplets of water from our bodies. That lovely musk smell
lingering in the air proves to be an ideal niche for those caressed moves that
you carefully commit so slowly and yet so beautifully. With every second
passing by, we could hear each other’s hearts thumping hard with the waves of
intimacy lashing fiercely. I try to speak but your wet lips bound my mouth
every time. There isn’t a second, a minute that is spared to make our love making
an everlasting session. We slowly reach up to the level that unify us. Our bare
bodies feel a tinch of cold wave that you alarmingly cover with a warm quilt. Stark naked, we lie beside each other. Wrapped in your arms, I raise a question,
“would you stay like this forever?” To which you just give an angelic smile,wrap me more tightly and whisper just 3 words,” yes, and forever!”
