The scorching heat of the day drowned you, as I watched

Your lips parted and grasped for breath

the shining set of visible bones, asked for so much.

I felt your fingers intertwined with mine

they longed for the companionship.

I gently stroke your wet hands,

the closest contact of fluids aroused my desires of wanting you more.

It did not rain, however.

You wanted it so bad.

You gave me a part of you.

Soft, irresistible, affectionate are all just labels to what you made me feel

but I could not put words into the overwhelming memory you embedded in my heart.

What are you?

You spoke so much with your eyes.

Your lashes kept your words shadowed but I could not help but intrude every time you looked the other way.

Yes, I am weak for every time you laugh, your wrinkled laughter and ever pierced dimple, the depth of which strung the insides of mine.

My heart aches, you.

/Tulika