“Come HERE…Shhh… don’t make noise…”
“But where are we going…”
“In the backside of my house…”
“Nooo, its icy out there…”
“Don’t worry, my heart is on fire, so my hug will keep you warm”
“I hate it when you 'grin and wink' together”
“Ahh.. then you must love it when I 'kiss and cuddle' together”
“Arrgghh.. Stop being naughty”
“Your blushes seduce my naughty nerve fibers”
“You are mmm immm.. possible mmmm”
“And you are mild…mmm… & exotic… mmm & the perfect thing to be with in the backyard”
Lips entangled completely…. No scope for a single word to escape from our mouths.
“I love this place, its perfect place to kiss….because no one comes in the backyard” Your roaring husky voice breaks in the silence. I startle to put my finger on your lips and lower your tone.
The dread silence of night fears me. Your voice is lost… You are nowhere… I am stunned. I cannot figure out what’s happening and suddenly a wave of pain breaks my illusion. And, the difference between memories and reality is erased.
And now my deaden whisper breaks in the dreadful silence, “I love this place, it’s a perfect place to cry because no one comes in the backyard… Not even you.”