"The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection,and not fountain,to show them that we love them,not when we feel like it,but when they do"

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Insomnia:Thoughts of him - III

It was thundering today.The clouds were black engulfing the moon.At times it peeked through the walking clouds.Stars were not permitted tonight.She sighed longingly watching the starting drizzle.It pour mildly at first and then increased in its pace.The wind gave it random directions.She stepped out of the shade from where she was looking.Spreading her arms wide on either side she looked up.The soothing rain caressed her face as she closed her eyes.The cold wet drops were amazing.Her black t-shirt and cream shorts soaked in water in just matter of minutes.She spinned dizzily like a drunkard screaming wuhuuu...


As they entered his room she had known that clothes had no work on body.As she removed his vest almost instantly ,as her inner wears lay scattered around her feet.As he lay down,she rested herself upon him slowly.He pounced on her,kissing fervently.Void of the heat for so long she responded back passionately.He pulled her hairs and tugged her away from his mouth.She let out a involuntary moan,unhappy of the sudden break.As she opened her inebriated eyes,through her lashes she looked at him staring at her.A smile formed on her lips.All of a sudden she was beneath him as his lips tarvelled all over her kissing and licking.She writhed with pleasure.Her nails digging deep in his back.She heard the pitter patter of rains through all this as did he.They stopped and stood up naked.Holding hands as they parted the curtains from the window,they saw the rain together.She said in a low voice "I dream to kiss you while getting wet in rain".He laughed kissing her softly on her lips and said "Today it is not that strong,we will someday when it is raining heavily." As he said those words he ducked his head in the crook of her neck adorning it with wet kisses.Tumbling down on the bed once again...

She looked down now,folding her arms around her.Hugging herself she made way inside her room.Removing the wet clothes she lay there beneath the blanket.Wet yet warm from inside waiting through the incessant pitter patter to have it lull her to sleep.Rid her off her insomnia.

9 comments:

The Purple Assassin. said...

The lust of imagination.
Words work like puppets in your hands. :)

♥●• İzdihër •●♥ said...

Deep !

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Wow this is some truly amazing writing. I really like your writing style.

S said...

Your writing is deep and passionate,it is reflective of the longing of souls in such a brutal yet beautiful way. Keep writing and
take care

Alcina said...

@The purple assasin
Thank you so much :)

Alcina said...

@Izdiher
:)

Alcina said...

@ Optimistic Existentialist
Thank you.

Hope you had a happy visit here!!
keep chiming..

Alcina said...

@S
Interestingly i always have the longing part when you read my writings :)
Thank you so much.

lost said...

piercing and painful!
Great writing :)