Meandering thoughts………..



Make Love

He said he wants to make love to me, he asked about my day. He said he wants to make love to me, shared  his thoughts with me. He said he wants to make love to me, sang for me. He said he wants to make love to me, held me close to dance with me. He said he wants to make love to me, massaged my tired feet.  He said he wants to make love to me, tucked my unruly hair behind my ears, while my hands were filled with flour. He said he he wants to make love me,kissed my forehead. I asked when and he said I have been ….



I remember


I rememberThe silk wrapped delicious chocolates

I remember the gifts from you

the sensuous aroma that kiss my skin

I remember your lips nuzzling me

trying to trace the faint kiss

I remember lounging together

while tenderly your fingers tucked back my hair

I remember the conversations

the comradery, the shared laughter, the flirtatious smile

I remember those lips

that spoke to me and with me

I remember those hands

that gave as well as took

I remember your mastery

as well as your surrender

I remember…….




peepholeTen minutes”, he said……….Legs on their own accord rushed to the mirror, while the khol rimmed eyes checked the shimmery lips. The slender arms smoothed down the dress anxiously and tucked the tendrils of hair that was caressing her face lovingly, behind the ears decked with  crystals that danced around when she flicked her hair back. The long hand embraced the short hand , proclaiming the hour and the end of the much awaited ten minutes. She wore down the floor between the door and the window through which she would see his beast of a car.The long hand inched away from the embrace and he still was not there….Through the curtains she peeped again , the sky was painted with hues of orange and red, boisterous children riding their cycles and chasing each other, old ladies going for a walk chanting slokas, young girls giggling while walking, she saw everyone except him. The door bell rang and she ran to open the door,not to find him but the flower vendor. Her breath cane out in gasps as if she climbed a steep mountain and when the door bell chimed again she spied through the peep hole to see the face she longed to see. She took deep breaths to calm her nerves and opened the door to him, who witnessed a vision of serenity before him. Kavini

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