I pleasurized myself today. Like I did many times in the past. Ever since we parted. I lay in bed immersed in your thoughts. I closed my eyes and traced your face. Your face so close to mine, your body on top of mine. I felt myself stir, the touch of your fingers on my navel circling my belly button. Your eyes bore into mine as your hands explored, massaging my skin making me feel every sensation I knew not existed deep within.

I still remember the day we made love, for the first time and yes for the last time as well. Its crystal clear and everytime I close my eyes I can see us together, I can sense the passion that depth. None of us knew we would make love that day. As usual you came to place late in the morning, like the other days. Do you remember what you were wearing? I do. A sleeveless black tee shirt and three fourths. That day I introduced you to my grandmom. You were carrying a packet of noodles so that we could have it for lunch. It was such a bliss. We were waiting for our friend to come but she never came. Not that we were disappointed, no way! While waiting for her we were kissing like we always did. I dont know how to explain. But we always had to be near each other, always had to touch each other, both of us equally. It was sizzling wasnt it? Everyone around us could feel it, we were too lost in each other to notice, too much in love to care!

You remember you cooked lunch for us that day. I never claimed I could cook so it was you and the noodles tasted great. We ate from the same plate, feeding each other. After lunch we went to my room, we were chatting first then cuddling. I was wearing a grey tee shirt with white borders. Still wear it at home sometimes. And a brown cargo which kept slipping down my waist. I was so self conscious that I went and changed into a pair of jeans. Slowly the kissing and cuddling began all over again. I loved your back, just loved it! I know you loved my long black hair. I loved to smell your hair, you used that gel and everytime I ran my fingers through your hair I would get the smell. That smell was unique, it was 'you'.... That afternoon in my room we made love, quietly and affectionaly. For the first time I had you within me, touching my core literally and of course otherwise as well. I demanded you give me love bites on my neck around my collarbone. I wanted your mark on my skin, I wanted me to be totally yours. You also wanted me to give you love bites, lots of them and you liked them to be deep, till your skin turned crimson. We made love twice that afternoon. That was it.

We went to a park in the evening and walked in unknown empty lanes, hand in hand. We were sitting around a lake when it started to rain. It was night by then. There was a storm coming up. The nearby couples got up and took shelter. We were there, had just finished clicking pictures. And we sat there, enjoying the storm, fearless without a care. Why couldnt we be as fearless when it came to life? Why could we not weather the storm? Why did we have to run somewhere to take shelter under someone else's umbrella? Why couldnt we hold each others hands like we did that day and be each others shelter?