I wake up, my eyes flickering, sunlight gleaming, on to my face,
I twinkle, my face crease,
I turn and wrap my self under that satin sheet,
I slide in my hands on to my body, running continuously from my waist to the breasts, it’s the touch of your love that I feel, my lips twitch, and eyes flutter, a cold wind flicked my bare shoulders, as my body shivers, It’s the touch of your love that gives me the chills.
I look outside the window, sunkissed, I soak in the heat, my hair in a tangled mess, and the heart skipping its beat. My stomach tickles by the idea of you, it’s been so long, but still anew. It’s the touch of your love that I feel myself. As I caress my body and fondle my soul, it’s the touch of your love that I believe in love!
I am back after a short break with yet another definition. Today’s topic is my favourite. Because it is ‘D = Desi Tadka.’ I have a strange obsession with anything Indian or ‘Desi’( I Prefer the Term Desi Anyday). Be it a Saree, Kurta, Lehnga, Jooti, Jhumka, the list goes on, there’s no chance I can get enough of any of them. In fact, I would love to create a whole new series just on Indian Wear.