Dreamcatcher

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 be woken up to  never ending lies that I was to build about bug bites and stomach pains to meet the concerned stares of our friends when I limped across the corridor.  Every single day. Breakfast in bed was your kind of thing. Waking up right away at three in the morning to have the same is pretty flattering my dear. In the high end you gave and gave and gave and swallowed my high pitched moans in your perfectly sculpted mouth. My lips were made for yours always fighting to be swollen and bruised.  The number of high necks that I bought in through our relationship. Beautiful. You found anything and everything beautiful in me. Even the sadistic beauty you held for me kholed eyes that teared up in my love for you. Remember the day you smeared a whole chest of vermilion all over me..all over us. You ran a bath for me to wash away the evidence of our skin slapping.  Ofcourse it did left me to be pinned up on the bathroom wall...toes curled and legs sprawled out for your hungry love. Your face buried deep in my full breasts and your tongue trailing our story down my navel. I still get that tingling sensation miles away here. It is soo here and now. That particular sensation that I try to pinpoint every single time when the warmth of my lonely cosy blanket invites me for an 'introspection'. You told me you would take me to places and you did. You took me to the altar of Ishtar. The world mortals can never reach on to. Your arms wrapped around my chubby self in the lovesick monsoon of our love. The yellow of the lightning that painted our windows were an excuse for me to snuggle close to you. I felt complete in our incompleteness. I cherish them all. I cherish you babe. I cherish us.

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