The sensations left me reeling and basking in the love that was provided to me , by my husband..
They took me on a path towards our desires.
I cherished these moments after we made love, when he pulled me to him as he drifted off. I felt so safe, so loved in his arms, and I couldn't help but whisper the thoughts running through my head while experiencing this state of utter bliss. Sometimes I would murmur nonsense; snatches of love songs I'd heard growing up or silly, girly words of adoration. Most times, however, I was inspired by the poems I read, the side which was hidden from asad. We never hide things about each other, mind you'but this was something that stayed hidden because the chance never came up, hardly anyone knew about my love for poetry except appi , it was when she caught me reading it once and understood my love for them.
It was the day of my appi and jeeju's anniversary when I saw the book that my jeeju gave my appi as a present, and to say It was the most precious gift in my eyes, with its leather bound cover ,it was the perfect declaration of love . I can distinctly remember my appi's smile at jeeju when he gave her this book, I was barely a teenager and never knew what love is , what that smile of appi's meant , untili fell in love.
It was a few days later, when I found the book and ventured to open it. The words, the emotions that flowed from those pages staggered me with their beauty and romance, and made me blush with their sensuality. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt. What I feel now for asad.
There was one in particular that I loved and which stuck with me throughout the years. It was this poem that I would repeat most often when I was surrounded by him'his heat, his scent, his love. Wondering what he thought about during these moments.
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"Drunk as drunk on turpentine'"
"From your open kisses" asad finished .
Seeing zoya's shocked face he continued "Neruda'its from Neruda'isn't it?
Sitting up on her knees and staring at asad with astounded silence.
"How?" the only thing zoya managed speaking.
I recited the lines once again loud and clear for her to hear, as she sat on her knees and look at me with that adorable look of disbelief on her face..
Seeing that she was still speechless, I went up to the living room and got the book I had ordered for her, complete with a small red ribbon tied around the leather bound cover.
I came back and settled next to her, seeing her stunned I took her hand and placed the book onto her palms'
"Happy anniversary zoya"
She clutched it to her chest, as I saw tears forming in her eyes, I always knew she loved it when I listened to her and was thoughtful about her feelings'
"Asad , but how?"
"well your husband is a genius, I had heard you recite them but never really caught the words'but then a little search and help from your appi was all it took'"
"I cannot believe you sometimes Asad, do you know how much I love you?" She spoke and buried her head into my neck, I wrapped my hands around her and held her tightly as her warm tears slid down my collarbone and told her what she meant for me.
"You learned this poem for me, you went to appi and jeeju for me, "
"yes, but what I don't understand is why this particular poetry? Drunk as drunk on turpentine? As far as I know drinking turpentine will kill'.!!"
Before I could continue, I found that my lips were sealed by her'and I suddenly felt warm and fizzy surrounded by her lips , getting engulfed in the luxurious kiss' we felt breathless after kissing for a long time'and finally let go of each other'
I tried to blink a few times, trying to clear my head, "wow"
"you already know, turpentine has a very strong odour, so if you breathe it in, you feel sort of dizzy and cant think properly".
She paused and a crimson blush flooded her cheeks, "that's why I always think of that poem when we are together. When you kiss me and touch me, I just feel'"
"warm and dizzy and cant think properly." I finished in awe, knowing what exactly was she talking about.
The same feeling I always felt around her. The best feeling in the world. Drowning in her , drowning in her kiss looking at her'
I found myself grinning like a loon to her own idiotic grin'
No words needed to be said as our lips met once more, drowning in each other, briskly slipping into an intimacy from which we never wanted to recover'
last line in this ss is by F.Scott Fitzgerald- they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered. 😊
ps: also here' s the link to the poem by neruda for those who pm'ed me to post it... you can read the entire poem here! http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drunk-as-drunk/
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