Raven locks

She got me a dreamcatcher after our first night together. A beige shade with coffee brown shell bits. Beautiful.  She found me beautiful even in my bed hair or my running nose. She found me beautiful when she ran her slender fingers down my spine. When I shivered like a peepal leaf in summer breeze when she unhooked the world that held me in 'place'. It's funny when she gets riled up over my slight whimpers and her breath that is caught up in my throat. Body was never a factor for my love for her. I was more than smitten for the character she held in her leftist demeanor that made my lips find her's on her sweet confession to me. I distinctly remember you trying to find breath everytime I leaned on to you. Desire is pretty. You made me feel pretty. I wish I made you feel the same. I am sure you did because the lips that found the mole behind my sensitive sweet spot behind my ear and the hands that caressed the small of my back in the cold nights of our convent walls. To...

Gulmohar. He used to call me his Gulmohar. Red, soft,beautiful,bright and vibrant . Eventhough I knew half of it was a lie. We both knew. But I desperately clung on the latter half in the hope that those eyes never die down the mirth it held for my fluttering stomach and ragged breaths. He always loved me in red. He always told that it reminded him of his favourites in me. He loved to paint me red with his lips. There were times when he longed for the nonexistent blush that rose to my brown cheeks with our lips still connected by a faint strand of our slimy love. We were never perfect. And we knew it from the beginning.  Maybe it is the imperfection that drew us close to be grinded against the parchment paper of his favorite blueberry cheesecake.  Sour. That was always berries for me. Thinking back to that very day that made me a chronic addict to blueberry supplements I cannot help but laugh. Complete strangers sharing a table talking about cheesecakes and being skeptical abo...