On a cold winter morning I felt a warm hand drawing towards my skin, his hand was as soft as the wave which hits you when you are at seaside getting lost in the drowning sun in the sea, his touch felt like the first rain touching every old and new leaf of a tree, his warm touch made me fall for him even more and I was adoring his touch which gave a feel of never being able to leave him even if I wanted,
His plump lips were on my neck giving me little butterfly kisses I loved them, I was afraid that this won't be a dream but No it was all real later I felt his little smile on my neck he was happy which made me even more happier. He was the person I always dreamt of to be by my side...
I loved him and his loved me too
His hand got stuck into my hands passing me a warm soft touch... He grabbed my waist latter flipping me to his side.. We were giggling and giggling, he tickled me and later we drift to our dreamland holding each other till the very last breath... This was my definition for his touch...
Later that day, we got up late we never wanted to leave each other but the beauty of nature brought us back, the chirping birds got us awake we never felt like we are going to totally different ways further away but was blessed to have a moment together I was happy to know him, he was totally different from what I expected but he do made me fall for him deeper and deeper...
I tried to get of the bed but his hold by his wide arms was not leaving he was awake to the reality but ofcourse was not ready to leave me so do I was not ready to leave him but we had to we knew that.....
I tho wanna say I am happy to have you..
