Thursday 30 May 2013

Thirty Minutes

Quarter to nine
It started to drizzle
I stood there waiting
Waiting for a little more
Waiting for it to take me by storm
Literally too
Washing away the kohl in my eyes
Those little drops of rain, ran on my face
Slipping down the nape of my neck
Reaching my bosom, they tickled around the navel
Exploring places they haven't been to before
A few settled at the eyelids
Those he touched, kissed and took away on his lips
But I was waiting
Waiting for a little more
Waiting for him to take me by storm.

Quarter past nine
I lay nestled in his arms
After an ordeal thirty minutes long
His fragrance crawled up my body
Settling in my wet hair
Our skin by now was one
The hand of the clock had moved a one eighty
Those that were his, explored a three sixty round.








11 comments:

  1. Ahhh....what a beautiful narration... Don't you
    feel butterflies in your fingers when you write blossom...

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  2. Thanks, taptop! :)
    When u say nice things that is when I feel butterflies :)

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  3. Whoa! The reader is taken by the storm woman! ;) This casts a spell with such ease. Absolutely loved! :*
    XOXO

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  4. Replies
    1. very nice words and heart touching...<3 :-)

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  5. Beautiful poem... Kya baat hai.... :)

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  6. Poetry. with your trademark poise. there is nothing quite like it.

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