ज़िद्दी था वो। मानता ही नहीं था। Thar लेकर मेरे ऑफिस के बाहर तब तक इंतज़ार करता रहा, जब तक…

Okay, so upon request, Part 2 of the last somwaar. Enjoy. I originally had no part 2 but this is an extension. Erotica for the rainy feels today.

I stand pressed against the dark wood of the almirah, my heart hammering as I watch you pace the length…

Can we fall in love again, I think about last night when I moved my hand over my lips, imagining being kissed by you. My fingers glide down my neck, over my collarbones, and to my breasts. I wonder how it would feel to have your hands hold me, to feel your lips on mine, on my ears, neck, and breasts, to have you breathing on me, kissing me, and pull me closer.

I look at you, you come near me and you implant a kiss over my cheek. I am sleepy, and the curtains are still drawn, the room is hazy but I see your beautiful face, full of the glory of last night.

I want you right here, in my bed, give me a night to remember.

I want you on me, your lips on mine, to end the night in your arms.

I yearn for your touch, your presence..

When the past is sneaky but hot, I can’t stop thinking about your touch. I miss you a lot, our making out, our fiery nights.

I look at the balcony on the fifth and I see a couple kissing madly. His hands on her chest, her legs on his, and both wrapped around each other. I take a deep breath and I look at the pool instead. I sit there lost in thoughts about you and how you would hold me just out of the shower and pull me in, as we bathed and kissed. I touch my lips remembering your touch, your lips.