Thursday, November 12, 2015

When I made love to you

As I waited for the day I'll be meeting you for a date, my heart practiced to re-tune its rhythm. As the beats began to thump to a new music of their own, the effects were seen on my blushing cheeks. Who knew this time I would be meeting you impromptu. My feet skipped gracefully. I l felt people watching me and I didn't care. The place we were meeting at was familiar. The smells, aromas and the sights brought good times back. I knew we were meeting for just ten minutes and those ten minutes were like melting in the Milky Way, getting lost amidst each other’s textures, curves and depths. As you opened yourself waiting to be caressed by me, my lips parted, in exhilaration, for they had been starving for many months.  One bite of yours led me to have an orgasm. With my eyes closed and your taste lingering on my tongue, I dissociated and associated to that crisp aroma and rich flavour that I felt the last time we met. In that moment, I swear I felt infinite. Your gaze, the silence, the aroma and my dissolved self said everything.  Just when I thought I had had enough, I plunged for another bite and oh! I was on a roller coaster. You took me on a high that I resisted and craved for simultaneously. How could you spin such magic and play with me like this? Hmm? 
One after another, I digged deep into you as I discovered and lost parts of myself. I was never as mindful of my being as i was with you.

As I ride back home, I'm filled with you.  My fingers continue to lick the hummus and the pita bread. I'm satiated even as I starve. Can't have enough of you, you know that? Don't you?

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