Dear Aaliya
The idea of writing a love letter to you arose from the burning desire to make love to you as we sleep so close yet so separated. My heart longs for the peace and comfort of your arms. My heart longs for my love and adoration to flow to you as I gently kiss your hands. I long to feel the sensual passion of your kisses. I long to feel the love and desire of your tender touch. The feel of your pink cheeks as I cradle you to kiss them. I long to feel the lust as I caress your face, stare into those beautiful eyes and lovingly kiss those full lips.
Miss you blushing when I so much as walked in shirtless..or the heat that enveloped you when I caressed your tummy..or the way you hugged me embarrassed when I insinuated something on those terms
I still remember how much I had to convince you to save water and come showering with me. When those water droplets made their way to the valley and I caught them just in time. When I kissed you so hard, you were out of breath for a moment but you pulled me back again.
The one time I saw a different version of you as you, you were the one who had encouraged and taken a simple goodnight kiss forward. The way you fought for dominance while we kissed, entangled your legs with mine, laced my fingers through yours.
I am going off exercise as well, it's such a drill now. Doing push-ups with you lying under me had its own charm and I am not replacing your image with a stupid red carpet.
Every time I look at the window settee am reminded of the days I sat with my head in your lap, looking at the sunset. I want to again revel in the joy of cuddling when we watch TV and snuggling close in the blanket together warmed by each other. I miss our pillow fights and when I got to tickle you gently with those feathers.
I am sure you miss my morning kisses as much I do. And those moments spent on the same wet pillow when you got out of shower and I pulled you on the bed, simply to talk, to get our time' before you got busy with your chores.
When will I get to trap you against the wall asking for kisses? trapping your hands and your softness perked up in the most sinful ways? When do I get to untie the dori again? And write my name on your back? Or tease you for the ointments Chand Bibi has suggested for those imprints on the neck?
I sit here waiting desperately for the time when I will have your arms around my neck as I kiss you, your hands caressing my neck as we deepen the kiss. You tugging my hair, groaning beneath me, hearing my name from your lips again and again.
I miss tickling you in my lap, dangling your earrings with my nose, nuzzle in your neck...biting the lobe just as you squirm in my arms'. I long to be comforted by your arms as you rub my back, feel your trace my pectorals as I rub my feet on yours' Do you too miss those sweet nothings and not-so-sweet ones we whispered to each other beneath the sheets?
I miss you so much I just cant wait until I have you back, really close to me, hugging me, receiving my care, kisses and hugs.
I long to hold you close and never ever let you go Aaliya.
I love you.
Zain.
P.S. I got some chocolates for you..do NOT keep them in the fridge.
Tada! Kindly throw Jimmy Choos only π And please don't forget to atleast post a blush emoticon if nothing elseπ
For the P.S. btw, that can continue in another OSπ
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