I Kissed Her Again

I Kissed Her Again
A huge ton of passion lay encapsulated in the miniscule moment I held her in my arms. The moment was coming to an end before I realised it: she was trying to wriggle out of an awkward situation she had thrown herself into. She lowered her gaze while I tried to look into her eyes to tender an apology.

I wondered if she felt any regrets for what she had done a while back. It wasn’t completely my doing, after all. She was equally responsible for our bonhomie a while back.

A blush on her fair cheeks gave away an embarrassment she wanted to conceal from me. She was still panting like someone who had completed a marathon successfully. I could almost hear crowds cheering her victory. She was still quivering with excitement.

Her eyes were still searching for an entity she had lost in me. I enjoyed whatever attention she was giving me, I didn’t want her  search to end. A few wisps of her hair entangled with some buttons of my shirt were the only remnants of the immense passion she had displayed moments ago, and yet she was blushing with shame and pride at the same time as if  she had left quite a bit more of herself in me. She wanted it back, I knew, and I wasn’t going to give it back.

A part of me was also with her, she didn’t want to leave it, and yet she had wriggled out of my embrace like a snake: I was a trophy she clung hard to for a long time, but she had jumped out of a tournament if only to plunge into it again, win it again to relish the joy of winning again.

I did all I could to alleviate her embarrassment, although secretly, I didn’t want a bit of it to go. It made her blush. Her red cheeks made her all the more beautiful every single moment she was before me. I wish I could make her believe she had achieved something remarkable in her life. I had never been so close to anyone, and that too a stranger.

We were no longer strangers. We had seen quite bits of each other through a looking-glass that reflected her achievement. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to congratulate her by giving her another kiss. For a moment, I did consider a situation where she wouldn’t like it, but the very  next moment, I braced myself to accomplish my resolve.

With her hands in mine, I pulled her gently towards myself. She tried to look another way, but the very next moment, her face deflected back to its original position. I read  a clear message written in her eyes: she too wanted me to kiss her again, and this time on her lips!!

Apparently, she had enjoyed whatever attention I had conferred on her. I was elated by the fathomless attention bestowed upon me by a stranger, who had become a close friend now.

She had not resisted my spontaneous display of affection the first time. This had surprised me, but my ardour and passion didn’t seem to be a novelty for her. For a while, I wondered if many strangers had become acquainted with her in her in a similar manner in her past. She was quite good-looking, so, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a lot of admirers.

I was merely another of them, I knew. Some pangs of jealousy found themselves within me. Well, I could always be wrong in my conjectures. All the same, she stood before me blushing all over, making the moment all the more memorable.

All said and done, I wanted to know if she attached an iota of importance to the moment of contact between us a while ago. She didn’t give me any clues beyond the initial impulsive reaction I was a  witness to.

There was no way of knowing anything for she was lost in the moment like someone lost in a dense jungle. She didn’t want to be discovered; it was clear. She didn’t want to come out of the jungle, never. Before she could realise her status as a lost adventurer, I gave her another kiss.

The second contact did make her look into my eyes. Unlike my first kiss, my second one wasn’t reciprocated in any manner. She remained a passive audience to my loud whisper. I began to wonder if my second confession of love had fallen on deaf ears.

My agony melted into thin air when she lowered her gaze a while later. I could see her eyes quite clearly through her lowered eyelids. Like a well of oil in a desert of Arabia, they were full to the brim with love. A whole lot of love and mirth was boiling in each cauldron.

These moments were going to touch me with a magic wand for a long time, I knew; they   were going to make my life all the more beautiful every time I thought of theme, I knew. I wish I knew this to be true for her too.

She was still blushing all over, but I couldn’t be sure if    it was a confession of love. Did I have an immature teenager before me, I wondered; I knew for sure she was a woman I was going to dream of for a long time to come.

In a small way, I am grateful to her for giving me such a beautiful moment. The blush on her face reminded me of the brightness I had seen in the dawn of a fresh new day: a fresh chapter in my life had been opened.

Reading between the lines of the chapter is going to take me through several adventures I have never been through ever before. The novelty of the words I read was enough to propel me through paradise several times over. I began to wonder if being in paradise was going to give me more joy  and satisfaction than what I found with her.

 A lady who stood before me blushing all over had changed quite a lot in me.