He stood right outside the restroom, he carried a women’s bag in one hand…when a slender female hand from inside asked for it, he slid it onto her palm…his fingers brushed against her supple palm…inside she cleaned herself…splashed water onto her pale white face…her dark circles were admitting to her sleepless nights…her kohl was now running, she cleaned the eerie black lines from her cheeks with the tips of her fragile fingers…she opened her messy braid…half wet…half dry…she ran her fingers through her long black tresses to un-tangle them…her skirt was covered with dirt…under the tap she tried to disperse the grime off…outside he leaned against the wall, with his both hands in his pockets…he kicked his foot slightly on the carpet…!
“Why am I so restless”, he kept questioning himself, “She is just your friend, get a grip on yourself”.
“Man…I’ve never felt this defenselessness…she is just my friend…no way I’m going to risk my friendship just because I can’t stop myself imagining her in my arms”.
He roamed around the room… fidgeting…why her…why now…!!!
“Hey, would you like something to eat”, he knocked at the door.
“Just coffee please…thanks”, she politely replied.
Inside…she took off her stockings completely drenched…and her pull-over, she hung them to dry off…
“Gosh…I can still smell her on my fingers”.
“Snap out of it”, he sat down on the sofa near by, “Focus…she is your friend and that’s it…so what if you can’t forget her doused under the rain”.
“Hey, listen you don’t mind me using the hair dryer, right?” she asked.
“No way, go ahead…help yourself”. “And please don’t…I like your hair…wet, just the way they are”, he added to himself!
The sound of the hair dryer…made him look up from his misery…he stared at the door…he wanted to run inside…and embrace her in his arms…to never let go…
I want you bad, heartbeat,
In many ways, n many days,
To hold you, whisper, then draw you in slowly
In a dark, engaging, wholesome embrace,
Your so close, you shiver, groan and wonder,
Curves flawless fit, midriff for midriff,
But this time heartbeat, bare and pure.
These pleasures n more plus all the joy you bring.
Everything with expertise, diligence, its love.
I want you bad heartbeat, I’ll whisper my need.
“No…I’m not going to have any impure thoughts about her…this has to stop now”.
The sound of the hair dryer stopped…and the waster gushing onto bath tub…filled his body with sensations he could no longer ignore!
Trickling, dribbling, longing and needing.
Let me take you, make me take you,
‘A place’ of pleasures, delights, it’s pleasant.
Where nothing else matters, enveloped in sounds,
of pulses, of promises, of everything within.
Holding you hooked, never letting go,
till finally exhaling, at pleasures terminal,
all sweaty, content, my heartbeat, my being!
A place we’ve visited a place we’ll always visit…
Here’s how I want you, my pulse, my heartbeat
A loud scream…brought him back to the world…he hurled out of the sofa…pushed the door and sprinted inside…he found her standing against the towel rack…
“What’s wrong…why did you scream?”
“Nothing happened…it was the only way…I could make you come inside”.
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