Something about him feels home

I woke up tired, my body hurting in places where his hands had been last night.

The skin on my neck and chest is a post-war battlefield, there are purplish blood clots but they don’t hurt, yet they remind me of the mad love we made last night. His breath on my skin tantalizing my whole self-bringing my entire world into a jiffy.

Eyes closed, I look for him on his side of the bed. As if on cue, he sleepily extends his arms to welcome me, and like a bee navigating towards a flower

I snuggle back into his arms,

He tangles me in the warmth of his hug, kisses my forehead and passionately moves on to my lips, his hands exploring places of my body that nobody knew about but him until then.

The previous night, the conversation went on from books to movies until the time he leaned over to kiss me, my mind went numb for a good 47 seconds but the urge to resist it was lost.

Sexual tension at its peak.

There wasn’t love, there wasn’t lust either.

But it felt right

Just two people longing to know each other in and out.

There was definitely more to him than the usual geek. He was a passionate lover.

The zest in him could take you to the peak of utmost glory,

Take you back and forth on the road of immense pleasure, get you on the edge of your seat and there you know what he brought.

His touches on my skin felt warm and for some reason unbeknownst, he felt Home, but I was painted in red.

I was embarrassed for I had known him for two days only, but two decades aren’t enough to know a person I tell myself.

I look into his eyes to find answers to all my questions.

Those eyes which tell a million stories, there is an unknown sparkle in his eyes, yet I could see the pain that he is trying to hide.

His eyes were green of the lightest shades, almost transparent and they reminded me of the forest which looks calm and tranquil but underneath there are hoards of the battle for survival fought every minute.

We weren’t knocked out of our senses, we weren’t high yet what landed us next to each other wasn’t love.

Frenzied I ask him “Is this a dream?”

He gives me a coy smile, pulls me closer to his side and seals it with a kiss.

I wonder if the air around us smells like love yet.

A moment later we are into each other, our giggles turning into screams rising from a fire in which just the two of us burn.

A voice whispers “Is this love yet?” I shut my brain for a while.