La Pasionaria- the flowers of Passion

I was awake, with a tickle uncontrollable, passing the shiver from my toe to all over me, it was the silk curtain lingering my feet, like a feathers touch, so lite and smooth under the soft pink skin of my heels…I partially opened my eyes to the mirror opposing me, his arms around my waist tight as if I am cuffed for some offense sweet. I watch my undone hairs covering his face, a few strands flying in the warmth of his breath. Milky linens slithering through our legs and curves disappeared at some place to form a cascading river on the marble floor…sound of the chimes tinkled to make music together the sound of his respire- like a calm oceans euphony…my eyes refused to move away from the innocence on his face, even though it was his reflection…my hands wished to pamper his childishness as if he is my son, a child born to another woman. The satins flied high by the pull of a deodorizing cool and mushy breeze...it spread all over the space making us covered with it as if a petal by the nectar…The air did taste sweet…my face turned from our reflection to his real self…he is still asleep under the warmth of my body…watching him like that for a while broke out a sudden urge to kiss him the very way I did it on him for the first time…the nastiest and the wildest one ever, like a burst out of wants, so strong that the crave pushed me for more and more, I wasn’t feeling enough of it and I behaved like a cast away finally finds a clear water stream to settle his thirst. Nothing will suffice my passion towards him, I mumbled.  I couldn’t help him from the bruises that day, but I know those bruises will always be remembered as a memoire of the strength of my feelings towards him. I rolled over him, and pecked him on his forehead, he rolled over me and planted a kiss on the side of my neck, on the curve of my waist and then it was just colors and patterns, it was dawn and twilight, day and night, rain and sun, wind and snow at the same time… twisters hit, thunderbolts strike and volcanoes erupted…buds bloomed, dews dripped and it hailed too..The whole nature vibrated in harmony and I puffed the breaths of immaculate Love...

Even though I tried to calm myself, I found that it was not just me but both the souls trying to summon, it was not two bodies uniting it was the souls getting their chance to bond. It is the souls that mates. It’s their way of showing love and our bodies simply move according to the tune. When love is suppressed for a gap of time, the feelings keep sedimenting and gradually that will turn in to a madness, to give and take all that’s reserved in the very single moment you are exposed to your love. The cuddles, kisses and love-making ending up in uncontrollable pants and yells, one must experience this at least once and those who don’t miss the most of their lives. There is a saying that “absence makes the heart grow fonder” and yes that’s really true. Securing the love and affection from the first day of being apart, saving it from seconds to seconds to minutes to hours to days to months and sometimes years, finally  reaching the day of reunion with this huge bundle of feelings, eventually make you in tears of extreme happiness, I must say that’s the most loveliest times in our lives. And Love creates the wonder called pleasure not the other way round. When there is no love, and ones approach is just for lust, the result is unhappiness, it is simply regret!!! Or that’s gonna called as a pointless act of a cowards.

Fall in love again and again with the same person, or until you find the true love of your life, there is no offence as long as you don’t harm a soul, but search it through hearts or otherwise and stop only when you feel your heart is leaping for someone else’s. Cause at the moment you find your love, you know that’s it, that’s the beginning of something unusual and you would become dumb with thousand words dancing at the tip of your tongue for him/her. You will feel swayed and floating, completely mute to the loudness of the hearts thumping together.

Love is not just a feeling to be cradled in the heart, it has to be shown, sometimes in its most vigorous demeanors. Don’t hold it, don’t try to supply it little by little, just open up your heart as wide as possible and simply let the doves of love fly away high in air to intense freedom. Let love flush out and wet your lover, there is no sin showing love the way you want, it’s a sin only when you hide it, only when you try to refuse to “give”….