Tuesday, 12 March 2013

"Show me your tongue"

I love it when he wraps his arms around my waist from the back side, 
Rests his chin on my shoulder, touches his lips on my cheek and sometimes rubs his beard.. Kisses to my neck and smells my skin..
Hums nasally the instrumental of "tum aa Gaye ho.. noor aa gaya hai.."
And does nothing..

He leans over me because I am short and he is taller than me.. 
He puts his weight on my shoulders.. 
I can't see into his eyes, but I can feel his smile..
The serenity he finds in my body..
Sometimes he teases me pinching my bosoms and sometimes he frowns when I don't wear his crimson love..
And teases me "do chutki sindoor ki keemat tum kya jano meri jaanu"
I show him my tongue and frown at him..
He grabs me in his arms.. Tight and bound..
He: "Show me that tongue now"
I : tch.. na..
He grabs me more tightly that my heart can feel his giggling heartbeats.. 

Looking towards my lips he says.. "Show me"
I: iss.. erom koro na please. Onek kaaj kora baki.. (Don't tease me, have too much of the work)

 I say turning red, pretending and protesting..
He grabs me more..
And locks his soft lips with mine to bite that teasing tongue.. 

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