A heavenly silence swept the night sky, nothing but the mysterious sound of birds disturbed the peaceful surroundings.
Holding her fingers in mine, I looked deep into her eyes and fell in love with the stars that shone bright within those beautiful black pearls. She was MINE.
Sitting next to her, I could hear her breath on me, warm and caressing. I felt a crackle of electricity through my veins, the thumping of my excited heart growing louder by the second. She brushed her beautiful lips against my ears, and whispered softly with a heavenly voice that struck a chord deep into my soul.
“Vishnu . . .”
I fell in love with her at that moment, bewitched by her tantalizing looks I wanted to kiss her . . . Unmindful of the waves that washed my feet clean, I leant forward wishing to hold her in my arms forever.
“Can we play the lie game again darling?” I probed.
I looked at my beautiful baby expectantly. She looked up at me with her tender eyes…eyes that spoke a thousand words of love.
“Vishnu, plz . . . I never want to listen to you saying that you hate me even if it is just a game.”
My heart missed a beat. She is ONE awesome woman, I thought.
“You mean the world to me Vish . . . Every inch of my body is yours. Take me.”
“I just need your heartbeats darling . . Nothing else.”
And we looked into each other’s eyes never feeling the need to break the silence prevalent between us. Time flew past us. Words were a luxury. We were lost in love. Totally.
“Kiss me Vishnu . . .” she said suddenly, breaking the calm of the night.
She was sitting just an inch from me now. She put her fingers into my hair and slowly pulled me close to her. I could feel the hair on my body standing up. My brains ceased to work. My heart was pounding aloud. I felt a sense of excitement and fear together.
I could just see my reflection in her eyes. It was too close. Way TOO close.
I could feel the brushing of my nose against hers, and her beautiful soft lips touching mine. I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and lost myself totally to her.
I never knew who kissed first, but, the taste of her amazing lips lingered on mine throughout the night.
I just knew one thing. I would prefer her lips as my food till the end of my life. And beyond.
“You bit my lips Vishnu, idiotic puppy!” she barked cunningly, looking at me with her naughty eyes.
And suddenly we looked at each other and for no reason, we started laughing our heads out.
“You are a doggy then!” I claimed.
“Never…I don’t even know to kiss properly. But, I guess you are an MBA in kissology. French kiss Expert!”
“Liar!!!! U ate my lips not me. Doggy!”
And we argued and argued before I pulled her close and kissed her once more.
That night, I became hers forever.
There was still just one nagging thought in my mind when I recollected the amazing kiss I shared with my beautiful Maya . . .
Does a puppy know how to French-kiss?