For I wanted to be his glasses,
He would see the world through me

For I wanted to be the strings of his guitar,
Waiting to be plucked by him only to sound sweet

For I wanted to be the ring on his finger,
I would be wrapped around his fingers

For I wanted to be the fret of his instrument,
Eagerly waiting to be touched only to be teased

For I wanted to be the pick he played with,
As I'd be held tight for as long as the melody flowed

For I wanted to be everything about him,
But most importantly, a part of him...

Dark. Pitch Black. The room had no sign of light. Air. A ticking clock. A breath. Was all that was the sound to be heard in the room. And in that room, she lay on her bed. Staring into the darkness, listening to the silence with a ticking clock, breeze and her own breath. The clock was 7 minutes past 3. In the dead of the night, blank and empty. No thought, no sleep.

She turned and twisted in her bed. Trying to fall asleep. She sat up in her bed restlessly. The blank and dark night was eating into her. The one thing she needed wasn't there. She was right there in that moment but it felt like it wasn't real or as though she wasn't there. Fear engulfed her. What if she discovered some thing she was not entitled to know. She stopped, she realized that is not the truth.

She got off her bed. Walked to the night stand and picked up her phone. She unlocked it and opened the dialer. She looked at the last call she had made. a few hours ago, before she got into bed. The dialer flashed a small icon with his image and the number next to it. She called the number. And as she held the phone up to her ear, she heard a message. "The person you are trying to reach is speaking to someone else". She immediately hung up. She had so many thoughts over take her. The monkey mind was at it's monkey business again.

But as this processed, she felt the phone vibrate in her hands and she saw it was him. She was hesitant to answer. Though he had called back - who was he talking to as this hour. She answered as few rings passed. "Hello" she said. "Hello" he said. "I just woke up, I'm wide awake." She said. "I can see that. What is it?" he asked concerned. "Nothing" she said. "My friend had called" he said."Oh okay" she said. She didn't ask who it was. He felt he should tell her? I trust him, she thought. But why did she feel differently for a moment. She said "I feel like I am falling sick". "Throat Pain?" he asked." Mhmm" she said. "Be careful" he said. "I will." she said. "I am feeling so sleepy" he said. "You haven't slept at all, you should sleep" she said. "Sure. I am." he said. "I'll try to sleep too. But I will call you if I can't" she said. "Do call me" he said. She said her goodbye and hung up.

She walked to her bed and went back to lying down. She was yet again blank. It was at that moment she realized, how much he made her human. How much he made her feel like she was herself. How much he was to her - only to realize the overwhelming came from her love to him. And how much she felt in emotion. What was so blank and empty few minutes ago was now full of him and her thoughts of him. She realized it was him that filled everything. He completed all that was there. He made it more real, more colorful and surely complete with love.

Someone who could make her feel so much in just a few minutes, in a lifetime would show her the world she felt. With that thought, she rest into the night feeling nothing but him and the love that was offered.

 (Re-posting Old Blogs)
Tiny droplets of water falling from the sky, splattering on to the wind shield of the taxi I was in. I told the driver to take a left turn and stop. I got out and tipped the guy for getting me to where I was meant to be. I walked towards the entrance of "Bla Bla" hoping I would see someone I know to come and greet me. But to my surprise only one of them was there. I said "Hi" and took a seat next to him.Wondering how gracefully I'd managed to get out of the house and make time for my closest friends.

Few minutes later, we were joined by the rest of our battalion. Just as we were hoping to have a good time, we realized that none of us had enough cash to afford the place for what we wanted to have. We compromised and decided to share whatever we were going to order.

And then to my surprise, I noticed something I should have noticed a long time ago. And along with me, someone who shouldn't notice what I noticed, noticed it too. That was it, the most embarrassing moment of my life had just occurred. My zipper my open and he noticed it too. I was turning red and was heading towards the restroom.

Just then, I heard a big crash. And there it was, on the floor, the beautiful Indian hookah, bright blue in color, completely shattered and then I had the shock of my life. The leg was tangled with the tube of the hookah. And realization dawned on me, I had broken it.




For a minute, all I could notice was reactions of shock and some of remorse. I was just standing there in the middle of the mess with a hand on my mouth not knowing what I can do or say to make them change their reactions. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't manage to say a word.

A bunch of waiters came rushing to where I was standing and had the "Oh-no-not-again" looks on their faces. That made me feel much worse. I slowly untangled my foot and stepped back. Just then one waiter came with a broom and tray and cleared the mess I'd made. He picked up the large pieces of blue glass and walked away muttering to himself.

I just was speechless. Never had I broken anything like this so clumsily. I was almost in tears. And my worst fear came upon me, we had not much money in the first place god alone knew how I was going to pay for the mess I made. Everybody's attention in the restaurant was on me and I couldn't do anything. I was then brought back to life by my friend telling me that it would cost us 1350. I was just still trying to recover from what I had just done.

My friends said we can do something and pay the money. Just then I'd realized something more important than all this mess. I'd finally understood what friends really meant. Instead of blaming me for what happened, they acted as if we'd thrown the hookah together. They were figuring out ways to make it work with the management of the restaurant. I just stood there and watched them. Feeling sad for what I'd done and happy as it taught me what these people meant to me in my life.

I just watched and thought what would have been my case if they had just decided to abandon me and leave it to me because I was the culprit, the cause for whatever had happened. One of my friends shook me and told me to go home and offered to drop me. All of a sudden I didn't want to leave all the mess I'd made to these guys to handle. I refused to leave when all of them walked to me and told me to just go home and not worry about what had happened. They'd assured me they will take care of it. And I was in tears when they helped me out of the restaurant and as I was about to get into the car which belonged to my friend, one of them gave me a hug and told me "Don't worry about it. Its just an accident. Take Care. We're here." and all I needed to hear was those words.

All my life I thought there was no such things as true friends. I'd never known there would be people to take all the pain for what I was responsible for. I realized their true worth. I left on that note and they managed to draw up cash from their sources and pay for the damage made by me. I was crying on the way home but not for what I'd done but for what they'd done for me. I would never want to lose them in my life. Today has taught me so much, much that I would remember for my entire life.....

I never thought I would ever let out everything I think of in my mind. But tonight its different. I cant help it. I have to speak my mind out. I cant hold it in any longer.

I'm just thinking how can everything feel so good with one person and the rest of the world treats me lavishly in a sarcastic way. Can i really follow my instinct with this person.Or am I just going to be back stabbed again.

I'm so scared. The night is collapsing on me and I cant pull myself together. I know its out of my hands.But i don't want this to be a beautiful dream. Everytime I've come across something I want keep safe for the rest of my life, I've struggled to keep it with me.



It keeps echoing in my head "only when you dream big the smaller the street looks". But I dont want to fall for its trap, maybe the is street longer than I'm expecting it to be. Am praying as I release my grip on my guard.

I just hope im not wrong. I dont want to be stamped upon. I dont want to feel like I'm being utilised for my niceness. As tears are rolling down my cheek all I can think of is how to push my thoughts away and how to shut my mind off. I am unable to do things.

I am standing here with a white flag in my hand looking for peace, when life just wont give it to me. I need someone I can trust. Some one I know who wont push me away after his/her work is done. People tend to picture my personality by my face, not by who I am.

Why doesnt pain find its way away from me? rather than crawling in to my lap. I dont want this dream broken. This dream is me.. if it shatters, I shatter along with it.

I doubt sometimes if it all worth the pain. Why am I feeling abandoned in a crowd. No matter how much I want to believe that the people I see around me like me for who I am seems like such a mirage.

What started as a whisper slowly is turning into a scream. I'm looking for the answer where the question is clearly .old friends become old strangers. I don't want that to happen.

Forget the future, my present is messed up no matter how many times I try to pick myself up to run to where I think I deserve to be. But I sure know that I am not wrong. It feels so wrong. All of it. Not the starting nor the ending. Just everything....

I dont know wht else to say to keep my mind clear.. I keep listening to whispers in my head
disappear. Silence is the loudest at times like this...

There was a lot of noise. Noise that she didn't know the origin of. She knew it was coming from the inside of her head. She had to stop it. She couldn't silence it, but the only way it would reduce or go away, disappear completely was if she could pay attention to each individual noise.

The noise was nothing but her own mind. Asking her questions to which she had to find answers. One by one - she thought. The questions were various but they all had one thing in common; and that was him.

She shut her mind as she rose from her cozy sofa. She walked up to the mirror and looked at herself. She saw her perfectly arched brows that defined her intense black eyes. She knew her eyes drew him the closest to her. She noticed the sharpness of her small nose under which was the flawless cupid's bow. The shape of her lips was just the right size - not too huge, not too small she thought.

She had a small frame with assets that were more than just proportionate. She knew that she was a lot more than any man would have ever wanted. Smart, beautiful, successful and intelligent. Who would ever dare to deny her! She felt in power when she thought that way. But then he popped into her mind again.

But this time, she was hearing that noise again she had managed to snap out of for a few seconds. Her thoughts were too fast for her to even try to latch on to. Wandering into those noises, she thought she may lose herself completely. 




I stopped punching in the letters on my typewriter and took a deep breath. Yes, it was happening! I was facing the writer's block. I knew this would happen some day. But no, "today is not the day!" I said to myself. I had to complete this at any cost. The stakes were high, the deadline was close; I needed to get this done! But it seemed as though this was not going anywhere.


Ever faced this situation? Well, I am grateful to god that in these many years, I never really faced a writer's block till a few weeks ago. I knew I had set a deadline for myself to complete the articles I needed to post for the blog. But, just when I thought I could handle all of it, I realized I had too much on my plate. Too much work and too much to write - yet, such little time to write.

I got extremely anxious and I thought this was bound to happen, ostensibly. I had taken all the work I had presumptuously & it was now professing to backfire. I decided to take a step back, reverse my thoughts and focused on the matter that was rather more important than me having an apparent panic attack. I was determined to beat this thing (i.e. the writer's block). Because I had to, and I had no time left to waste.

I immediately took a pen and paper only to jot down the reasons so as to why I was facing the writer's block and all the other possible reasons that would bring to this state. I wrote down all the possibilities as I knew I wanted to be prepared just in case the "writer's block" decided to pay me a visit in the future.

So. these were the reasons I managed to pen down along with their potential solutions:

•     I can't find the right words: This was exactly the problem I was facing at that moment. I managed to begin but soon I was stuck and at a loss for words. I then immediately thought of a solution for this issue. I realized that I needed to be free of jargon and needed to remind myself to write like I speak, that way I would have to worry about words and also the reading experience would be a lot easier.

•     I keep getting distracted: The next possible problem is distraction as you anyway can't find words; so, it's easy to get distracted. This problem of distraction is a serious issue. The slightest diversion and you could end up losing the flow and hell! maybe even the whole concept on which you had initially started to write upon. Keep your phone in complete silent mode. And log out of the social networking sites you are always online on. Turn up some music that gives you inspiration, if that works for you. I like to write in complete silence - I like the quiet, peace and tranquility.

•      Someone interrupted me, and now I can’t get back the flow: Yes, it's extremely annoying when someone disturbs you in the middle of a paramount writing session. Like I said earlier, you might just lose the entire idea from your mind before you were able to pen it down. To deal with this, make sure you are in complete isolation. By this I mean, ensure to declare you are going to write for a given period of time and try to find a quiet and comfortable spot. This way, you will have the right environment to work in.

•     I can’t come up with illustrations to underpin what I'm writing: When this happens, there is one obvious this you can always do, i.e. crowd-source your examples. Take from other people's experiences and write away. This doesn't only solve the problem but might give you a whole new perspective.

•     I don't know what I want to write about: This is the most common problem that a writer can face. When you don't know what it is that you need to write about, turn back to your archive, look at all the other things you've written about and you might get at least a hint of what you could write about. Or you can randomly pick a topic, generally and then Google out a specification from the same.
  

• I don’t even know where to start with the writing: This might seem like a huge hindrance once after you've decided on what to write upon. It may seem so because any topic may have a lot more sub divisions to it and writing about it completely in one go isn't the right way to deal with it. Break up the huge content into smaller portions and work on them one by one. Eventually, you can find your way through it by rearranging the portions to form your final piece.

• I can’t think of an introduction: It is absolutely intimidating to stare at a blank screen/paper. If the introduction is proving to be a pain, start outlining or writing your content and then go on to completing the introduction.

• I don't know how to take an approach with this topic: If you're having this feeling, it simply indicates that your topic isn't specific enough. Refine your title to say what you really want it to mean. It doesn't have to sound good right away; you can finesse it later. Just ensure it's clear, specific, and tells the reader exactly what the content is about.

•  I'm just not in the mood: Unplug your laptop and go into a quiet room, free of distractions. Your challenge is to complete your blog post before your battery runs out. See if a little competition with yourself can kick things up a notch. Or just simply take a small break to free yourself from the pressure. Do something you really like doing in that break and get back to working on your piece again.

• I’m not qualified to write such content: There are readers of all skill levels, so use your knowledge to teach those who are just starting out. Just be humble and honest about what you do know, and what you don’t. Remember: You’re good enough, you’re smart enough, and doggone it, people like you! If you are still unsure, make it a habit to do your homework on the topic before you actually set out to write it! And I'm sure, you'll be good to go!

I hope you find these tips useful for when you are facing the writer's block. I somehow feel, we need to look at the writer's block from a different perspective. It may give you the needed push to write an exceptional article. 

 Athenian silver tetradrachm                                                      Athenian silver tetradrachm
 Classical style,  5th century BC                                             Hellenistic style, 2nd century BC       .                                         

Note:: This is not a part of the Tangled Series!




Staring outside the window there she was standing hoping she could get herself back together after what she had just experienced. Dressed in a black dress embroidered with white. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes staring in to the distance and her heart plunging into sadness. She never thought she would be this hurt and everything suddenly seemed dark.

"I got this from a friend who lives far away. I have told you about her." he said with a smile on his face handing her the package. She took the package into her hands and looked at it. She examined it thoroughly and handed it back to him smiling. "I wonder what she sent you"she said. "I am curious to know to. I have told you about how she is" he said rolling his eyes. She giggled at his gesture. "We'll open it together in a while. Do you want to grab something to eat?"he asked. "Sure. I am really hungry"she said grabbing hold of his hand as they walked into the kitchen.

They shared a short snack and walked back into the room. He grabbed a camera and handed her the package and held her hand leading the way to the terrace. After they reached the terrace, she asked "okay so what are we up to?" flashing her teeth. He laughed and said "Well, since I really can't think of giving her anything I will take a video that is make you the video of me unwrapping this package and send it to her". "Okay, that's a nice idea"she said taking the camera and turning it on.

With everything ready, she head the camera steadily and said "On the count to three, 1..2...3.." and started to record him carefully rip open the package. Slowly, as she adjusted the focus on the package, she looked through the view finder and saw what came out from the package. A chocolate,some photographs of his friend and a letter. He gestured her to stop recording. She did as he told her. And he handed the letter to her and asked her to read it to him.

She unfolded the letter and she started to read. "Dear Friend, I was wanted to write to someone special...." she choked. She didn't know where this letter ended. She continued to read and completed reading the letter. His expression was blank. She was torn apart from inside. She didn't know what to say. She handed him the letter and sat there next to him silently. He put his hand around her and said "She's crazy. Don't worry about her, she's just a friend. I have nothing to for".

She tried to comfort herself and she smiled at him and just let it go at that moment. She put it as the last thing on her mind. She started seeing more calls and texts from that girl. She knew she could trust him. She knew with all her faith he could never do her wrong. But the doubt just only started to creep more into her mind. She kept telling herself he wouldn't take advantage of her. She saw pictures of her in his phone and she didn't mind that either. She saw more by the day. Pictures of that same girl in various outfits.

She thought to herself, I send pictures of mine to only him and would send it to the one I belong with. She isn't with him then why is that girl sending him pictures and why was he sending that girl pictures. She felt broken. She didn't doubt him once but she didn't see the point of why he was encouraging that girl to do all of the things that the girl was doing.

She didn't know what to do. Could she confront him, but if she did he would think she is doubting him. She was clueless. She was back home and she couldn't fight it anymore. She was staring out the window as tears rolled down her face...

Sun kissed morning, with rays shining bright through the window on her face. She reacted to the warmth of the Sun. She reached out from her bed to grab her cellphone. "2 new messages" it read. Lazily in bed, she read through them and there it was, a text from him. "I'll pick you up @ 8, Gloria's coffee shop". She couldn't believe her eyes.

She glanced at the clock and to her horror it was already 7.30. She jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. She undressed herself and there she stood under the shower with hot water pouring down on her easing her to her cores. She could feel her tension wear off.



She always thought and believed she did most of her intensive thinking in the shower but today, all she could think of was his eyes. And she still couldn't believe that she was spending the day with him, "When did that happen!" she thought to herself.

It seemed like yesterday when we were still strangers to each other, both hesitant not only to talk to each other but to exchange stolen glances too. She didn't know how this would end but she sure wanted to know the end. Because if she didn't try it would kill her from her insides. She clearly remembered the day when she first saw him. He was sitting in the corner of a crowded room. He was calm and composed and there was something about him that drew him to her.

Someone had yelled out his name just in time for her to grasp it. She held on to it ever since. She continued to drown in his thoughts. The first time she spoke to him and it seemed like he was dying to talk to her too. She knew out of instinct the minute she saw, spoke to him, she wanted him greedily all to herself. Anything she would share in the world for the price of having him all for herself. She saw the desire, at least she thought she saw the desire he had for her in his eyes. His eyes she thought for one last time. She brought herself to reality and quickly washed of the excess soap. She walked out of the shower and dressed herself. She made sure she looked perfect from him. She picked up her things, walked through the door shutting it behind her.

It was rather a cold morning it was almost 8. She didn't want to be late. She wrapped herself warmly and continued to walk down the street. Her mind raced into thoughts of him again. "What would he be wearing?""Would he be comfortable with me?""I'm sure I am mad about him but is he?". These were the questions running in her mind. And before she knew it, she automatically had carried herself to Gloria's Coffee Shop, which was quiet close to her home. She was waiting and she curiously glanced around for him. She stared at both sides of the street. "Still no sign of him" she thought sighing.

It felt like she had been there forever already. She just wanted to be with him, to see him. She looked down at her phone doubtfully not sure if she should call him. Just as she looked up from her phone resisting the urge to call, he came on his motorbike, flashing his million dollar smile gesturing her to hop on. With out thinking twice she walked and got on to the bike.

He started to drive and moments later he asked "Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?". She was overwhelmed by his presence but still as exciting as it may seem she was still hungry. "Why don't we get some breakfast?" she suggested. He drove off rather quietly to a nice restaurant in the neighborhood. As strange as it may seem they finished their breakfast rather much too silently but by exchanging those glances you'd never want to miss.

They walked out of the restaurant and he brought his bike from the parking lot. She gently held on to his shoulder and got on as usual. He again asked "Where to now?". She seemed kind of puzzled. She didn't know him completely neither did he know her. She thought he might have been feeling the same too.

She thought of a moment took her time as said moving close to his ear "Why don't we watch a movie?". He gestured in agreement and directed to the closest multiplex. He parked his bike and they walked to the ticket counter. He asked her "Feel free and pick a movie you like" smiling. She saw the screen displaying the movies playing and she picked the one she wanted to watch.

They walked in to multiplex and they were chit chatting about their classes together and how they found their new acquaintances to be. Speaking more about their views trying to know each other was all they were focused on. It seemed as though it was there, the spark they expected to feel. There was still some time before the movie began. They were strolling along the corridors of the multiplex looking at stalls displaying various articles. She enjoyed his company and it did look like he was enjoying hers too.

He loved her way of talking, her expressions and most of all her eyes. They captured him like he could drown in them. He felt like she was some one with a good head over her shoulders. He was at a loss of words to explain the amount of happiness or excitement he felt around her. Perfect he thought in his mind looking at her and her gestures. He glanced at his watch and told her " Time passes by so fast with you.. It's almost 4. Movie will start.".

She couldn't believe what she was hearing she was with him right from 11 am in the mall time passed by so quickly. Looking at stalls grabbing a bite to eat. All that they spoke, locked in my heart safely she thought. She walked quickly behind him in to the cinema hall.

They found their way to their seats and settled. She told him she was thirsty. He smiled at her and walked away to get her some water. She needed a moment away from him. She needed to breathe. Her heart was thumping so fast it felt like it was almost impossible to stay around him. He was taking her breath away. Everything about him seemed so perfect. She felt he was handmade by god. Made for her!

Just then he returned with a bottle of water, handing it over to her. She grabbed the bottle and drank a little to ease herself. She sat down again next to her. They were sharing the same arm rest, his arm touching hers. Her pulse was high again. She wanted to know if he felt the same.

He was mesmerized by her radiance, her beauty and most of her simplicity. Nobody is perfect, but to him there she was, the personification of perfect. She sat elegantly next to him. She was something like he never imagined. His angel he thought in his mind, secretly smiling to himself.

He wanted to understand how could she be so flawless. He wanted to know if her cheeks were as soft as they looked. To feel the smoothness of her marble skin. She was driving him crazy. The movie had started and he couldn't concentrate on it. All he could think of was her. That she was there right next to him with her arm glued to his like she wanted to feel him too. Hw wanted her to feel his presence and know that he right royally belonged to her. And he wanted to make her realize just that same fact.

He was hesitant but he had to do it, somebody had to make the first move. He slowed managed to entwine his fingers between hers. She didn't resist at all, it was like she was there all along waiting for him to put his fingers between hers. Her hands were cold and he wanted to warm them.

She was losing her mind from his touch. His hands were so warm. Her hands fit perfectly into his. She wanted him all for herself not only for the fact that she needed him but also for the little of the person she knew of him. Ultimately she wanted him. He moved in closer, she could feel him breathe down on her. She was losing control over her breath. And he planted a kiss right under her ear. And then at that moment she lost everything to him. She was at her weakest.


He had done what he never imagined and more surprisingly he was taken aback by the fact that she didn't resist him, not one bit. He held her hand more firmly feeling more confident by her reactions. He wanted her to read his mind. And he wanted to know how she felt. The idea of knowing her thought was starting to eat him up, but he knew he had to be patient.

The movie got over and they started to walk out of the theater, hand in hand. She was lost in him. And all he wanted to do was scoop her into his arms. They walked to the parking lot and were driving out. She didn't know where they were heading. It was almost 7. He knew she lived with a room mate who worked at night. He didn't want to give her any wrong idea of his feelings. But at the same time he hoped she would invite him in. She tapped him on his shoulder and asked "Where are we headed to?". He replied " It's getting late I should drop you home." feeling slightly disappointed the day ended so soon.

She was silent on the way back. She was confused what to say. She didn't want to let him go. This day was like a dream she thought. She wondered what was running through his mind, if only she knew..

With all this running through her head she didn't realize they had already reached her home. She got off the bike. She stood there staring at him trying to make up her mind. He was dying of the suspense, he wanted her so bad to tell her he wanted her was more important. He was feeling so helpless. He didn't want her to walk away from him with just a goodbye. She had to make a decision. And she had made it. She walked closer to him and said "Thank you for everything today. I was wonderful something I will never forget.", she took a deep breath and continued "Would you like to come inside?".

He couldn't hold his excitement but he had to be calm. These things aren't done in haste he said to himself in his mind. He parked his bike and walked behind her towards the door. He watched her while she rummaged through her purse to find her keys. She opened the door and walked in with him following behind her. She dropped her things on the center table and walked inside to fetch him a glass of water. She handed him the water and watched him drink while sitting next to him.

She was out of her senses, the man of her dreams was there sitting right next to her in her living room. She almost thought she was hallucinating. He thought the house was warm and cozy. Just like the kind of person she would be. He drank the water she gave. His heart was pounding so hard he thought maybe she could hear it if it concentrated a little bit. She sat silently next to him clueless of what to say to him. She was there waiting for him to make a move. She didn't have the courage to sum up her feelings and tell him.

He looked at her and said "Your house is nice. Never  imagined it to be so. It's so you". She smiled and said "It takes alot of work but i can manage i love my home". He smiled too. She felt like he was taking away her air every time he smiled. She looked down to the floor. He put down the glass on the table and moved closer to her.

She could feel him move closer to her. So close to her, she was about to lose all her senses.He gently caught her chin and moved her face up. She instantly turned pink. He looked in to her eyes for a minute. He could see her so clearly. She was looking in to his eyes too, lost in them. He moved closer to her aiming for her luscious lips, pink like cherries flashed in his mind. She shut her eyes willingly letting him move in closer. She wanted him. She wanted his lips to burn  into hers. Her desire was at the utmost peak. She was burning like fire for him. All she wanted to fell was him. She longed to be in his world.

He had been waiting for this moment ever since he had first seen her. looking her from so close her skin feeling like heaven. He wanted to kiss her and show her show his felt. He needed her to see his desire for her. He kissed her with all he had. Passion flowing through his skin and veins. His heart beating for her. She reacted almost so naturally to him. Her body reacted to his passion to his need. Her hand automatically moved to his hair. Her fingers through his hair. She was in bliss.

He could feel that she wanted him too.She melted in his mouth like chocolate. She tasted so sweet he thought. He loved her fingers holding clumps of his hair, pulling his closer than he already is. He gently pushed her on to the couch. He lay himself over her. He was still kissing him. It could never be enough he thought. He held her waist with one hand with the other caressing her cheek. He slowly moved down to her neck. Gently placing kisses on her warm neck. She was lost in him. She couldn't explain what he was doing to her. She lay there helpless feeling his need for her. She was completely hypnotized by him. He kissed her on her collar bone. He could hear her breathe heavy. And he glad to hear her because he knew she was feeling for him. He moved lower to her sensitive areas. She reacted almost immediately. But she pulled him up to kiss him again. She gave him all she had. She was receiving his powerful desire in return. She was out of breath. She stopped and pulled away from him.

He was confused. Why did you stop he thought in his mind with concern. She looked at him with love and said " I don't want to take things too fast but I'm in love with you". She didn't understand how she managed to say those words. She didn't know she could do it, but she did. She looked at him with all her hope. He didn't immediately react to it. She thought she made a mistake by confessing to him. He looked at her and noticed she was almost at the verge of a break down. He thought to himself if he couldn't confide in her what a man he would be. He held her face with both his hands and said "If I didn't feel the same way about you, I would have never kissed you". She was looking at him with tears in her eyes.He took her closer and kissed her once again with his desire and said "I love you too.."