Khwashein Bahut the, Sapne Hazarron
Unke Aanchal me, Zindage bitna ka Arman tha
Par hum kya pata tha,Ke hum etna paas aake
Etne door chale zayenge
It was a windy and a starry night not a shred of cloud across the August Bangalore sky. Some words were exchanged, some hint’s dropped And after couple of minutes they were so close that ray of light from the pole star could not have passed through.
They kissed, locked lips, their tongues started exploring and bodies discovering each other. Sobha moved her hands though his hair and he held her face as if he was holding a baby. His hands rushed on her back the way potter works on a bulk of mud making shapes running spirals a touch here and there. With a pull from the teeth the forbidden became unforbidden, and with the touch everything else seemed to be waste….
“Would you like to do it now?” Sobha asked, He said “let us flow with the moment” He was good at stimulation while she wanted to get down to business, He loved to do it slow and she wanted it full paced.
Naked they lazed in the company of the stars being stared at by the elements, making love as if nothing else was left, unbothered and unattached.
She asked “We should get married”. Zain got up and replied “I am neither committed to you nor I dream of becoming your Husband” and with that he left, she did not stop him either.
Hundreds of kisses and infinite touches,
Millions of vows and just ears at the end of it