Window of past

She peeps through the window of past..

She lives into the moment that last...

That sight, that smell, that passion that excels.. 

That touch, those arms, those intimate  whisper that calms.. 

Into the heart that she hides..into her eyes that has cried... And into her whimsical world she has always visualised..

She cuddles through the window of past..

She craves for the comfort of the arms that last...

That kiss

That kiss.. 

When I melted into a teenage girl..

Where the sight of ur face was more delightful than the light of the night...

That silent moment where I could hear me breathing into you...

That kiss... which took me into a whimsical world of a princely charmer caressing me... Wanting me...

That kiss...where the lithe moves of my soul enhanced my sensuality...

The kiss that took my breath away and gave me the life to breath into the world of wonders...

That kiss where I witnessed the lifelessness of a living body.... And the life of a dead soul...

Shear memory of that kiss gives me the courage to fall in love again and to rise in you once again... Oh yeah that kiss... Yes yes it is your kiss.. Our kiss..