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Slim-built,
milky white complexioned; she was a knockout.
When
she walked on along the lane by the hedge of the avenue, her long white dress
fluttered with the slow breeze. In the flapping up, her slender and creamy
thighs kept on exposing in the intermittency of air-flow. Her pink sandals and
orange sun-brim hat exquisitely accentuated her beauty. As she approached, my
mind blew open wide with nothing to think. It appeared to me as if she were
coming in a celluloid slow motion.
She has no particular gait as she just swayed
around downwind. But that was making an awesome pattern of its own kind.
Sometimes she apparently fell down with the blustering breeze at intervals,
sometimes she pranced forward, her body balanced. I mulled over that I could
stand still for years there just watching her coming to kiss me. The minutes
what appeared to be just a few seconds would have been lengthened years. I could
have savored the beauty of her moving body, lively and sensual, for numerous
bachelor years still to come.
When
she accomplished the fixed feet of a wonderful journey, she halted her pace by
me. The surround was fumigated with her fragrance; the aroma triggered so very
strong feelings that only the rose petals falling on us from the sky were
missing to meet a condition of perfect union of long-lost lovers. What happened
to me? I forgot everything, even my name and why we were meeting; as strangers.
She lifted her right hand asking to lend mine, given the condition, I
unconditionally obeyed her.
I was perplexed if I was not mad at that time. Tongue-tied
and dumb-founded, I just accompanied her to walk. She was speaking; poor I
could not make out what she was. I followed her lips how they turned, folded,
flipped and opened. And I remembered she was to kiss me and why did not she? I
was down until later when she drew her head inches near to mine.
So
abrupt and unimaginable, she whimpered as she buried her face into my neck,
returning the pressure against my chest. She must have felt my shaking in her arms,
and impulsively kissed my neck, just above the collar. I tightened my arms
around her waist, and with a little cry, she burned her lips over my cheek,
finally reaching my mouth. I opened my lips instinctively as she pressed her
own parted lips against mine, kissing me passionately, moving her lips and
sucking my tongue into the heated pit of her mouth. I had to return her kiss
instinctively, and then she marveled at the sweet, eagerness with which I
complied.
My mouth pressed against hers with urgency yet with tender pressure.
My tongue lashed against hers, the tip running over her teeth, probing and
exploring every inch of her mouth as I kissed her like there were no tomorrows
coming.
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Authored on 13th Feb (KISS DAY), 2019; 9:30PM
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