Monday, December 01, 2008

Colours

She:
He always told her he snores – that’s how his friends had made him believe him. And the first time they slept together, she woke up a little while later and found him peacefully sleeping besides him.

Absence of that anticipated snore surprised her. Not believing her own ears she checks him, placing her ears on his chest. ‘Well, nothing wrong with the heartbeats’. She happily realizes that he was lying to her about the snoring bit.

She looks at him lovingly, tracing her finger along the contours of his face. Eye brows, nose, lips, jaw and the neck. She plants a kiss on his cheeks, tenderly. Then another one on his mouth. And finds her-self among a sudden rise in passion, she kisses him again. A little lower this time. On his chin. Then on the neck. A tickling sensation on his skin wakes him up. She finds him looking down at her, smiling. She pulls his face towards her and kisses him on his lips. A long and deep one this time.

He:
He beams with happiness. It’s truly a blessing to be loved, and certainly, a great high to wake up to the kisses of the one who makes you feel the most special.