It was my 3rd cigarette, in chain. And I was deeply drowned in my thoughts. Lost in an unknown world. A big dense forest. Full of very old, ancient, huge trees, everywhere. There were creepers, vines, very tender vines, veering around the trees like as if a woman clutches her man with her full strength. And you know what else I saw. I saw you and me, under a tree. A big old Banyan tree. All dry leaves around. I was lying on your lap, you were bent over me and whispering something in your own language which only we two can understand. And my face covered by your long silky hair. You were telling me some story, I think so, and I , I was not listening to it, and you were pinching me from time to time to make me listen to you. sometimes shouting at me. Sometimes Yelling out my name. And then getting angry and throwing my head over the ground and turning back, in that your special way. Then I get up, laughing and cleaning my head off those dry leaves, and then on my knees, behind you. Laughing, and holding your arms. And slowly giving you a sexy massage. And you are jerking me away. Then holding your wrist and twisting it a little, I promice you that I will listen to whatever you were saying and then commands you to look at me. Then like a girl who has just seen the spring, just tested the wine of youth, just experienced the first love, ...... you turn slowly your head first towards me shying, looking down, your lips shivering, your face blushing red with that lovely passionate anger. I. I take you in my arms, and trace a finger over your lips. Looking in your eyes. Killer look. And you, You are trying to hide your inner feelings, the inside fire. The tempest, the strom. You looking through my arms. then suddenly hugging me with all your strength. Ferociously. Burning, with passion. Ecstasy.
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Ah!
What is this? Its neither day nor night, neither it is light nor it is dark, no earth, no sky, no pain, no delight, no tears, no smile, Just Bliss. Pure Joy.
It was my 5th cigratte from the pack of Marlboro Lights. Then suddenly I hear you talking in your sleep. I thought your were calling me. No. Wait. I bent a little down so that I may be able to hear what you were mumbling. You were asking for water. Yes, Its water. I was about to get up, to featch you some water then when i found my pajama struck up somewhere. Without looking back I tried to free myself, but no. the grip was very tight. You were awake. And looking eroticall-seductively-sleepily in my shy eyes, and then with a jerk you pull me towards yourself. And it was that. I was kissing you, all over your neck, your face, madly. Like a thinrsty man who finds a river in the middle of a desert. Then after a few moments, your whisper fells in my ears, "Shell I continue my story now, which I was telling you in that Old Banyan Tree?"..........................
My eyes - Your dreams, Yours eyes - Me.