I touched him. Took him in my arms – my love. Loved his feel. My hands went all over his body. Loved fingering him, his clothes. Slowly I undressed him and felt him again. Went still closer and loved his smell. I smiled to him. Was happy to be united. Again. I just could not stop smiling. After so many nights of separation, we were together. Just he and me. And a candle beside ‘us’. In my room. The pink curtains in my purple walled room fluttered and moved recklessly where the winds took them. The windy night decided their course. And love decided ours.
Time simply passed. With each passing second, the love, passion, insanity grew. The candle beside us melted. Drop by drop as the paraffin droplets fell, the flame got bigger, brighter. And so did the concern and care in our hearts. I could not tolerate one scratch or bruise on him.
He was mine after all. My favourite book that I owned for that day and forever.
11 comments:
Brilliant! I loved it, especially the smell part of it. Great job!
written very well... very creative... great going! :)
Not bad. very descriptive.
very nice, babe!! loved the twist. and by the way, this is exactly how i feel about books!!
cool one Deeps :)
You have tremendous potential as an M and B writer. ;)
this was amazin..........
way 2 go........
u simply are superb in this......
Thou art romantic.
if u feel this way for a book.. i can only wonder at your passion as a lover....;)
thats hot
It's awesome, believe me it's really a beautiful piece of writing. keep up the great job..
What is this book ???????
I didnot know they sold books with clothes etc...
Hmmmmmmm!!ya,plausible
hohohohoho....that makes one hell of an interesting read! Now why did u spoil it by referencing a book?? ;)
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