‘Why do you want to kiss me?’; she asked.
He gazed at her in awe; surprise. Speechless, as he was; did not know what to answer.
She continued without waiting for him to answer. Eye to Eye.
‘You want to kiss my lips; the neckline; my bosoms; those tiny little rings of colours; the summit of my bosom; my navel; my waistline; the thicks; the bumps; the vagina itself… every other part that defines me as me. Why?’ She said that in one breath.
He looked at her. Eye to Eye; waited; said-
‘Dear, what the choicest of words can’t give, is given by the lips and the tongue’.
He stopped after this answer. Gaze still fixed. An eerie silence took over.
She did not expect an answer; of all, not this. Reluctantly, she relented and gave in to the silence that his words had fabricated. Somewhere she knew, she wanted it.
He kissed; lips crashed; tongues melted. His lips found a way to the every inch of her self that she was talking about. She had shivers down her spine and all hair at their ends- yearning for more.
He stopped. She now came to experience the truth in his words.
— Eternal Happiness™