I Miss . . .

After a long day at office, I came home only to start working again. The coziness of the bed, with the help of overloaded dinner played a prank on me. The mail that was supposed to be resting in the sent items was still flashing on the screen. As I was shifting gears to deep slumber, I felt a hand on me. I woke up to see a very familiar face smiling at me. I smiled back acknowledging that I was supposed to put the sleep to rest.

Many other faces emerged out of the darkness slowly. They all quickly piled up and wished me. I was eventually dragged out of my bed to follow the rituals. While my arse received quite a caressing as apart of the ritual, I was given a unique face pack which comprised of the all the spreads, Jams, Jelly, and some dairy products topped with an egg. As the session progressed, gifts fell into my hands loaded with lots of love. It was a memorable night and they indeed made it special.

My phone was busy buzzing with wishes. However, there was a surprise call as well from a number which I did not expect. It too contained wishes, but brought back all the reminiscences from the past in a flash. I felt good, but at the same time, it flooded my mind with the fond memories of her.

As the clock continued ticking into early morning, everybody dispersed. I was happy as they never failed to surprise me. At the same time, it was hard for me to hold back those droplets desperately trying to break free. After 3 years of togetherness, celebrating without her was very different. There was void around me all the time. I could feel the place next to me empty for the one who would feed me the first piece of her handmade cake; the one who would plan the day for weeks just to make it special; the one who would embrace me in a warm hug and lovingly kiss me; the one who would eagerly wait for me to unwrap the presents and loved to find the excitement on my face; the one who would wait till the end for all the guests to go and take me home with her.

I went back to my bed alone; I missed her.

One Night . . .

The limitless darkness around, made me nervous.  As the last shimmer of light has been put out, I suddenly felt conscious. I could feel my pulse racing as the heart started pumping more than usual. I felt a hand on me and I twitched.

Breathing was getting difficult. I was not expecting it. I felt the soft skin on my chest. I could feel the warmth of her body as she came closer. The faint perfume was still lingering on her. It was the first time we were so close. In a moment, I felt the weight of her body against me. I put my hand around and enveloped her in my arms. The darkness around suddenly felt cozy and warm. As we got closer to each other, I just hoped for a never ending night. 

I Wish . . .

It sneaked in through the shades.  As I felt the warmth of its touch, I woke up and slide the shades. Morning was beautiful as the early rays bounced of the mist that settled down over night. The tiny droplets of water on the edges bore the images of the surroundings. I arched back to pull my dropping boxers, when I saw her lying in the bed wrapped under the sheets. Her back was smooth and radiated in the early morning light. I put the shades back properly trying to protect her from the hands of belligerent rays trying to touch her bare skin.

I longed to get back to her and cuddle into her. The thought itself was so strong that I had to force myself into the kitchen. I took many precautions to make sure that the noise from the kitchen did not disturb her sleep. I quickly filled up the table with multiple options of breakfast and went back to her. As I slipped my hand around her smooth skin, I could feel her hand pulling me closer and holding me tight. I loved the expression on her face. I so wished that I could remain like that forever, leaving everything.

I had to do it. I slowly moved up so that I could get a clear view of her face. I swooped down to her ear and slowly whispered. She acknowledged it as she planted a kiss. I kissed her back on the forehead and moved her to smell the hot breakfast waiting to be devoured. She pulled up the sheets to cover herself as she rested her back on the bed.  She smilingly outstretched her arms for a warm hug.

As I leaned forward for it, I hit the seat ahead and woke up. It was a dream? I felt bad and happy at the same time. I was feeling lighter. I adjusted myself and closed my eyes hoping to continue the pleasant experience. Suddenly the whole plane shook as if it was caught in turbulence. I woke up to find my friend standing by my side holding my drink and giving me a weird stare. I looked at him in disbelief and closed my eyes wishing that it was a dream.

Parenthesis

He heard the familiar music as the bell rang for the second time in less than a minute. The door opened and she jumped and hugged him.  He could feel her as she was lost in his arms completely.  She guided him inside and made him comfortable. Though he was not new to the place, but he felt something different about that day. He cast away the laptop, the constant weight of which had created a mark on his shoulder.  He was totally unaware of what would unfold in sometime.

Sandwich, grilled and stuffed, chips, and iced tea were placed in front of him. He was surprised that she had prepared all these in such short span of time. As he devoured on them, he could see the anticipation in her eyes waiting to hear the feedback. He closed his eyes, relishing the taste. The indication was not enough for her as she waited to hear the appreciation. He realized how famished he was, as he finished everything in front of him within no time. He looked into her eyes and thanked her for the food. She smiled contentedly and fell into his arms as he switched on her favorite show.

It blinked to life as he pushed the power button. He was lying in the bed and browsed through the channels impatiently. He munched onto the last few chips lying next to him and sipped last few drops of coke from the near empty can. He browsed through the mobile and threw it in a corner. He understood that things have taken a different road, the road he had to travel alone. He did not have any expectations as things were out of the hands. As he answered the bell he saw hand holding pizza and a bottle of coke. He looked up disinterestedly and shoved the bills into the hand.  He walked back to his bed as the door closed behind him.

If Only . . .

It was still dark when I had left for the place all alone. I parked my bike and was walking on the relatively deserted road. I could hear the distant roar of waves. It was difficult to distinguish between the sky and the sea at the horizon. It was becoming brighter by the moment. Sky switched its colorful clothes rather swiftly as the sun started to wake up from its deep slumber. It sprinkled bright colors as it emerged from the waters gloriously naked. It was shining in bright orange. As I stood there adoring, it suddenly seemed to have become aware of its nudity. It hastily raced to hide behind the dark translucent shutter, behind which only its radiance was exposed. The cloud waited as if to shield the chastity of its master. I felt as if I was caught red handed staring into the bare beauty.

The road seemed to end in the sea as it turned round the hill. The hills stood there majestically covered in green offering a picturesque for the lens. I stepped on to the sands away from the concrete and walked towards the water. The waves were gentle and did not cross an imaginary line drawn by me. There was unusual number of ships in a distance, lined up for clearance. The waves played an orchestra in the silence as they washed the sand in a rhythm. The discipline, with which they would rise up like a wall and fall over, curling back into themselves, astonished me.  They shimmered like diamonds in the sunlight.

I was lost in the beauty and serenity of the place and a sense of calm prevailed in my mind, when a weird thought struck my mind. I challenged the sea if they could cross the line (the imaginary line that I have drawn). It remained calm as if this was too trivial and ignored me. I smiled, but the celebrations did not last long as it took up the challenge. Numerous waves have charged at me with a sole intention of pinned me down. Within no time I was knee deep in the water. The foam from the waves tickled my skin teasingly as they slid back.

I felt happy and lighter even after ending up on the losing side. Some kind of joy brought a smile to my face as I have lost to Mother Nature. The city seemed to wake up with some small vendors trying to make business with the joggers & walkers. The shore was bustling with crowd. I sat there for some more time as the sun played hide & seek with the clouds. I was ecstatic for some unknown reason as my heart bubbled with joy. It was the moment, I wanted to share with someone close to me, someone who would share the similar feelings and someone would be by my side always. I looked around as if that person would materialize out of nowhere to share my happiness. The loudness of silence overpowered the roaring waves. I laughed at myself and shook off the sand from my bottoms and started to walk. As a small assurance from the nature, the waves swept a rose to my feet which I have eventually picked up as a souvenir and continued walking.

If only . . .

Pink Slip

It was hardly couple of minutes and he is already gasping for breath. He was shocked at the way he was panting. He could no longer perform at the desired levels. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was no more that lean boy who had clocked 10,000 meters under 60min. He looked older, unfit and out of shape. Last 8 months had taken a toll on him. He did not seem to feel the cold water splashing his face as the reminiscences from the past hit him hard.

He was always there, whenever situation required his presence. He was the one on whom she could count on at all times and he did that with utmost passion. He had shut the doors of his life and opened the gates for her world. He had cast aside everything just to be with her, which she acknowledged and reciprocated. Horizon looked green until one day, his services fell short of her expectations; at least it appeared to. She seemed to drift away. He was required for few things now and his performance levels were not adequate to quench the thirst of her expectations. 

 

He wondered if he was under performing or her expectations have scaled new peaks. While he continued to be available at the shortest notice, he was forced to face the thing he dreaded the most. His services were no longer required and he was no more at the helm. Was this entrenchment a planned one? He has no answer. He had been just handed a pink slip.

Why is it?!

Why is it that a man’s feelings for a woman never tone down even after years of separation both physically and emotionally? Is it love, emotional dependency, sex or the sheer inability to embrace reality?

Once a man believes that he is in love with a woman, he conveniently ignores the remaining priorities in life like family, friends, career etc. This belief keeps him going strong without the support of the natural phenomenon of life and eventually he forgets that he is what he is because the natural phenomenon functioned naturally till such time that he started to believe otherwise. Since life is moving on more than smoothly, he forgets the importance of what supported him all his life.

The day he realizes that his belief does not hold ground for whatever reasons, it becomes eternally difficult to accept life normally again since he consciously eradicated normalcy from his life. This is where the problem arises; ambiguity in accepting one’s own life.

Living your life in parts is a solution, i.e. separating your work life from personal life. But come on, who are we kidding, how can other parts of your life be normal if the most vital part is shattered?

Taking to drinking and other vices is another solution. Trust me, I have tried and it does not help in moving on, except, you can talk or write philosophy like am currently doing or get drunk and pass out, then wake up to reality only this time with a hangover.

Then what is the solution? Maybe, it is to keep searching for a solution till you gather the balls to start believing otherwise again……..

The above piece has been written by one of my friends whose identity may be revealed after he/she wishes to. Till then let’s call - Anonymous

Let's Dance . . .

As the doors closed behind her, she entered a small room ornamented vastly with the antiques. The lights were out and the room was lit by the dim light emanated from numerous candles across the room. Granite walls and the high ceiling have created some dampness in the air. The dry wood in hearth burned red and provided warmth. There was a table set for a romantic candle light dinner for two. She suddenly felt uncomfortable and alone.

Beethoven shattered the silence. She looked around to see him walking out of the room dressed in a black jacket and bunch of red roses in his hand. His face radiated with some aura of calmness around on him. He was beaming with joy. He noticed her as he entered the room. She was draped in a deep red strapless gown, which augmented the curves. The thin chain accentuated her neckline. She was looking ravishing as she glowed in the candle light. She smiled at him acknowledging the compliment from him.

She placed the roses on the table, near the deck. Music filled in the silence between them. He smiled and stretched his hand forward inviting the lady for a dance. He had planned the evening countless number of times in the last couple of days. He went over the scene, taking care of every minute detail. There was a brief pause as she looked into his eyes for few more seconds. She could feel the eagerness in his eyes. She then stepped forward and placed her hand in his outstretched palm.

He came closer had clasped his hand around her waist. Her fragrance filled his lungs as he took a deep breath. He loved the perfume. She matched his steps and soon they were in a flow. He guided her through the steps which he had learnt recently. They were gliding through the music as smoothly as a brush in an artist’s hand. All the happy memories flooded his mind. He was proud and happy as everything was going as per the plot.

 

Everything looked in sync. The tunes were getting better, and every cell in their bodies was swaying by it. The dance was like the elixir, as the surroundings seemed to spring to life. There was romance in the air. He loved her company and the chemistry was clearly visible. The steps got slower and they got closer. He could feel her.

Just as they started to lose themselves, she whispered something in his ear. He took couple of steps behind and stared into her eyes in disbelief.  The words reverberated in his ears and could not hear her anymore. Tears rolled down effortlessly and his hands came off her. She was still speaking but he did not care anymore. She seemed to finish talking as she turned her back to him and soon disappeared. He always felt that he was just a blink away, but little did he know that how wrong he was. He wanted to make that day, the most memorable on in their lives. Instead it would be etched in his life as a day he would love to forget.

The grand finale was the cue on which the dance would breathe life into a fresh one. The plot was played to its perfection with an exception to the twist in the tale. He took out the tiny box from his pocket and hurled it away. It opened up, on landing; the content of which would have bound them together. As he looked at it, he felt lost and lonely and his vision started to blur again.

The Last Dance . . .

Dreams . . . Reality . . .

He woke up, just hoping it to be a dream. He checked his mobile to see if there had been any call the previous night or it was yet another bad dream. In fact it was more of a night mare. He never wanted it to happen, not again. He was too sleepy to take the calling coming through. The phone spelled out the name of the caller. It took some sleep off his eyes. Immediately he called back expecting to hear something pleasant, a surprise. Couple of minutes through the call, he was shaken wide awake; it was a shock. The call was rude, upfront and clearly made a mockery of his feelings. He read between the lines and tried to map it with incidents that have been happening lately. He realized that it was not the normal call. It wanted him to get off.

The list of the calls showed a missed call late in the night and a call that went through minutes later. He realized that it was no dream. It was real. It was all over, done and complete. He could recall that she despised him. She did not want him anymore. Things did not go smoothly and she did break up with him sometime back. But he never wanted it, for he loved her for life. He did not let the love and hope die. At every smallest of the instance, he wished for a miracle to happen and day dreamed about her running back to him. It turned out to be just a day dream.

He lost it completely. He couldn’t stand any longer after being a witness to something he dreaded. It wasn’t something he expected to see, not in such short span of time. Probably she already had one foot out of the door. He failed in changing her direction as it looked like the destination was fixed and it was just the matter of time. She could hardly feel his absence. She was no longer there waiting for him. He did see her interests somewhere else, but he never let it weed into his wall of hope; neither his friends could convince him into moving on. However, the wall crumbled when he saw her with someone else. She moved on, even before he could even get a hint of it. He could never comprehend the possibility of moving on so fast. Is it that she never loved him or moving on to someone else was easy? Answers to these questions eluded him, as he kept walking through the night without direction. 

It's Time . . . Move On

He drank some water and got back to bed. She was lying there wrapped in the covers. He loved to watch her sleep, as she was lying next to him after a long tiring evening. He slipped under the covers slowly taking care not to disturb her. He could feel the warmth of her body as he put his hand around her and cuddled up with her. A smile crossed his face as he closed his eyes, satisfied that he was the lucky to have her with him.

He woke up to find himself still wrapped among the sheets, but on the floor. The surroundings were familiar but, different from where he had been with her. He banged his head against his hand to recollect something. He was lost. He heard some voices in a room not quite far from him. He looked around frantically and she was not there next to him. He was scared, surprised and tensed for not many of his friends knew about her; though not officially yet. He tried to keep it a guarded secret. But then, he was in a shock yet to figure out what happened the previous night.

“Good Morning”, he was greeted with a cup of coffee. The faces were very familiar to him. Those were the faces he tried to guard his secret from. For couple of minutes, whatever they spoke vanished in thin air. They behaved normally with him as if nothing has happened. Nothing made sense to him. He walked out into the balcony trying to put the pieces together. He closed his eyes to recall the last visuals in his mind. Slowly things were falling in place. He remembered dining with his friends and then dropping them home after sipping instant coffee at home. Everything was now clear to him. It was one of the pleasant memories that were haunting him. Couple of tears trickled down his cheeks as he tried to come to terms with reality. He realized that it was all over and he had to move on. He wiped them off, took a deep breath and he turned back. 

Every Time . . .

Every time I stop, I start thinking about you

Every time I fail, I try to please you

Every time I close my eyes, I see you

Every time I sleep, I dream of you

Every time I try to forget you, I remember you

Every time I do, I do it for you

Every time you talk, I listen to you

Every time you touch, I feel you

Every time you hug me, I have you

Every time you kiss, I feel alive

Every time you do, I Love You

Twitch

Amidst the dark clouds, the sun shone brilliantly. As it began to wind up the day’s business, it painted the canvas with vivid orange, purple, yellow and red. While the fiery red seemed to burn down anything, the cool shades of purple provide soothing. Metals & concrete basked in the glow of the setting sun. The decibel levels of the traffic have started to amplify as the ones on the earth began to wind up for the day.

He was standing there, his body silhouetted against the setting sun. Standing tall at almost 6 feet, his broad shoulders made him look like an athlete.  He was staring into the vast expanse of the sky as unknown calmness pervaded his mind. As the light bounced off his white tee, he glistened in the evening light.

It was getting dark and cold as thick black clouds now enveloped sky. Everything looked miniscule to him as he settled on the edge of the tallest concrete structures in the city. The view was spectacular, overseeing most of the monumental places in the city. Acrophobia never allowed him to venture near the edges; but it was a different day. He felt no fear.

The sweet smell of aerosol permeated all around as few heavy drops of rain has hit the earth hard. He could feel the hair raise as the first drops of rain kissed his skin. He looked up and closed his eyes to feel the heavens. Rain started to caress his face and slowly doused him completely.

Natural light from the sun is now replaced by the artificial luminance. He opened his eyes and he could see the things around him blur. They were too heavy for the eyes to hold them any longer. They started to trickle down his cheeks. He did not care to wipe them. They were camouflaged with the rain, just as he would like it.

He seemed to be lost in his thoughts as a smile crossed his face. He stood up to see the ground deep below him. He took a step forward and closed his eyes. The next moment, he felt like a feather being swayed by the breeze. He could feel the gravitation pull him close to its bosom. As he fell into the arms of mother earth, he twitched and opened his eyes to the darkness around.

My Dear . . .Message to my Love

I have tried my best conveying my love to you in different ways and I resort to my favorite way, to pen down my feelings. You are the person whom I loved the most so far in my life. I always wanted to see you happy and I have tried my best to do so. I would do anything to see you happy.

I just love the feeling of being with you. I do agree that we have had our share of fights. But that does not deter me from loving you. In fact it increases the intensity to be with you. I somehow never get tired of you. I understand you need your space, but I don’t mind losing mine to you.

Everything I do, I do it just to please you. I keep thinking of various ways to surprise you everyday. One smile from you or a hug from you would make my day. It takes away all weariness of the day.

I do not know how to spend my evenings, as I gave the world a miss to be with you always. But I have to accept the fact that you are not near me. I promise to call you everyday and update you on the day’s frivolities.

Miss you and Love you . . .

*** Sharing one of the letters I have come across . . .

Chivalry!*#$

When you are with a woman, make her feel special. Realize the fact that she is with you while could have been with someone else. Give her due attention.  She needs to be treated like a woman. Respect women.

Being Chivalrous:

Open the Door for her

Help her shop

Get her a drink

Offer her a jacket when she feels cold

Put your arm around her in an unknown place. (Gives her sense of security)

Propose!?!

Buy a rose

Surprise her with a long drive on a pleasant evening

Arrange a candle light dinner

Make her play along with you

Lead her into a chat/conversation

Do something creative

Gift her something (Women prefer small things)

Wait for the appropriate moment and say it.

*** Make sure you mean it.

What Women Want - Search for the Never Found Grail

He has been denied and discarded. The only hope was to follow the summons of the alter ego and follow wherever it leads him. He found himself swept away by numerous books and websites that unlock into the unseen chambers and tunnels. All that was familiar turned into stone. The clandestine worlds of deviously concealed feminine secrets seem to be leading not only him, but the entire dominant species on earth to an inconceivable truth.

As he started his journey to unravel the mysteries, he bowed to the aura of uncertainty that engulfs them. While many have set out on the journey to achieve this Herculean task, he chose a different path to get a better view of the unknown. He discovered that there was nothing uncanny than the convoluted secret which was hidden in plain sight. Several attempts have been made to unearth this Holy Grail.

Psychologists, Doctors and many others have spent several man hours trying to research and comprehend the Grail only to fail in trying to apply it. Very few have met with minimal success. He felt like exposing the Grail (Secret to women’s heart) for the well being of billions in this world. The contents could change the mechanics of life. As he neared the grail, the inscriptions on it read . . .

What are the fundamental differences between the Men and Women? Reasoning acts as the dominant base of decision for men while women make emotional decisions. Women prefer to share their story in detail, while Men would prefer the summary. While Men bond by sharing activities, women bond by sharing feelings.

Theories have been formulated with various kinds of variables ranging from being smart to having a sense of security. However it is very simple. All that the woman wants is one thing – An Ideal Man. Is it that simple? Are simple things so complex that this question still remains unanswered in totality? So what are the qualities that women look for in an ideal man? While most women talk about of the characteristic traits, there are few unspoken that they look out in an individual, which the man seldom comprehends.

Excerpts 

Honesty/ Faithful/ Trustworthy

The most common traits that women speak about are honesty and trustworthy. These are a must for any man, if they want to win over a woman. Love your woman and do not cheat on her. Just assure the lady that you aren’t going anywhere.

Confidence

Confidence is one of the most important key factors. Nothing is better than the way to speak with confidence. Do not mix confidence with arrogance. Ability to handle situations with a cool head confidence surely wins bonus points.  Remember that with confidence, you will be able to respect yourself and others around.

Sense of Humor

Ability to laugh and make others laugh is a must in your Armour. To be able to make the women laugh is an art. Women love humor and you will double your chances of you can get them to laugh. Be yourself, but be funny. 

Listening
Women talk, talk a lot. A woman feels nice when her man shuts down his world (phone/ laptop) to listen to her. They want to be heard. Many women love to complain and vent out their frustration. Be patient and pay attention. Allow her to talk and do not interrupt her. Provide your opinion/feedback only when it is your turn to talk. Listening is the key and you find that woman opens up to you once you are listen to them.

Sensitive

Women prefer men who are sensitive to the surroundings. Assessing and reacting to the situation is a one of the important characteristics that she would look for. Understanding the moods with minimal communication is highly preferable.

While these traits are spoken openly, there are few others which are left unsaid but are of utmost importance. You cannot take chances.

Physical Attraction

Though most of the women deny this, they do look for the handsome/cute/smart looking men. You need not be a Brad Pitt to pull it off. While we do not have any control of the looks, you can groom to look better. Be smart and carry yourself with confidence.

Intelligence

Any woman likes to show off her man. They like men who can solve problems, provide instant solutions, or who can talk about any topic. You need not be the all knowing one, but you are at an advantage if you have a hinge about most of the dirt happening around.

Passion
Women like men who are passionate about something. Be it a sport, music, cooking or adventure. Your passion could make you unique among her friends. If you are lucky this might as well kindle some feelings for you.

Romance
Women are fond of fairy tale love stories. They are mostly right brained species and less logical. Every woman fantasizes about being swept away by a handsome prince. They like surprises.  So, being romantic is very important to be irresistible.

Chivalry

Women love to feel important and attended to. Show that chivalry is still alive in men. Opening the door for them, offering them a seat, getting her a drink or even helping her reach out to the bar counter in a crowded place will earn you extra points.


Financial Credibility

Though women like to have honest & confident men, astounding number of women love to have a man with financial credibility. A man with seven figure salary and some bank deposits, stands a better chance of winning over the girl.

Bad Boy

Sometimes we hear the statements like “He is a nice and safe”. It is clear that he has lost the race. Women prefer “Bad Boys”. They like guys who flirt. Do not lay yourself on the table like an open book. You must be mystery to her. Try to cut out a balance as too much mystery might create insecurity. Try to be the “REAL MAN” and not “NICE GUY” as the latter finish last.

Research shows that a guy who can get a table when the restaurant is overflowing with customers or who can arrange for one more drink for the girl when the bar counter is closed or can accommodate for free passes for the most wanted rock show are highly regarded to be successful in inching towards the . . .

He found a piece of the Grail missing. He continued his journey in search of the missing piece wondering if he could ever lay his hands on the complete Grail.

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Disclaimer: All the above stated/quoted are very generic. They vary across women as no two are identical. You are free to customize the list as per your requirements. They have been drafted in good faith and in public interest. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. 

The Moment...

The door closed behind him slowly and the latch fell in its place. He cursed the summer for power cuts as the lights did not turn on. Gentle breeze tickled the skin as stormed its way into the room. He lit a candle in the living room and moved into the kitchen to light one more. The dimly lit room with various art works on the walls gave an impression of a museum. The interiors were done with precision. Everything seemed to be in its place.

She was still moving across the hall, examining the art work. “From the art exhibition”, he responded to her. She raised the candle to get a better view of the intricacies of the art. The light from the candle silhouetted her figure. The black strapless linen gown she wore for the evening accentuated her near perfect figure. Her flawless skin glowed in the candle light. Her oval face highlighted the high cheekbones, whenever she smiled. Her long dark curly hair made her look even fairer. She was standing like an Isis, apparently examining the art work.

He went near her to explain the complexities of the art. She took a step behind to hear him. He could smell lavender; painfully close. He became conscious of the distance between them. His breath got heavier. Few strands of her hair caressed his face. The closeness sent a shiver down his spine. Excitement with anxiety and fear got better of him. He wanted to turn away, but his legs wouldn’t.

She was right in front of him. The fragrance got heavier. He could now clearly see her long neck and well grown collar bone. The thin Swarovski clearly augmented her beautiful neck line. He took a deep breath and pulled her hair aside revealing her back. She did not resist. He leaned and kissed her in a line down her neck into the curve of her shoulder. She felt his breath moving slowly along the neck. It tickled and she quivered. He could feel the sudden gush of blood in his veins. Heart was racing. Small droplets of sweat seemed to appear on the forehead. Tension was building.

Adrenalin flow has increased. He kissed again just below the ear, quite obsequiously this time. She arched back her neck and slowly turned to face him. Dark brown eyes with beautiful eyelashes were captivating. She was magnificent. He brushed aside the hair off her cheek and felt it softly with his fingers. The affectionate smile gave him the signal. She closed her eyes as he leaned forward. She caressed his soft lips. He could feel her as she swelled with his touch. He felt the growing heat as they got closer. He held her tight in his huge arms and she liked it.

Every nerve was rejoicing and the feeling was overwhelming. She reached up his broad shoulders and slid her arms around his waist. Both savored the moment to its fullest. The moment wouldn’t just end as they were lost in the deep passion that ignited their hearts.

First Kiss

Breathing was not smooth. Inflow and outflow was irregular. He could not breathe.  His hands quivered with excitement. He always wondered what it meant by butterflies in the stomach. He understood the feeling as the day arrived. The thought of meeting her in person, alone in the privacy of home caused tremors in his stomach.

He was looking at her, his gaze constantly shuttling between her eyes and her little well shaped lips. As the distance between them got meaner, he could feel his breath bouncing off her cheeks. He held his breath and leaned further. She did not desist. He was now close enough that he could see only the tip of nose. Hands went up automatically holding her face in his palms; he brushed his lips against her gently, probing for the permission. There was no reaction. Perplexed, he brushed again. This time, she seemed to have approved, as her lips slowly opened.

Her lips were smooth and tender. Strawberry flavor has just gotten on to his taste buds. She raised her hands slowly and held his forearm, unsure of drawing him close or to push him away. Hands then moved on slowly, grasping the t-shirt and only to wound round him. Eyes were still shut tight. Some thing seemed to lighten the darkness created by their shut eyes. They moved closer.

Seconds turned into eternity. He could feel the warmth of her body against his.  He moved his hands gently caressing her back and embraced her, enveloping her tiny frame in his huge arms. They were lost in the timelessness of their kiss. It looked like neither of them would want to break away from each other and end it first. Anticipation, excitement, anxiety, fear, and panic were all put to rest and calmness prevailed. They withdrew as if mutually agreed. Eyes locked and some messages were shared. After a brief moment, she cuddled into him and he was more than eager to accept her.

At that moment he was ready to forego everything just to be with her.

First Kiss - The Kiss like no other.