The water of the shower trickled down my hot, burning skin like waterfalls on the sides of cliffs. The cold water met the body of burning desires, causing goosebumps of ecstasy and calming down a racing heart. I closed my eyes to feel the sound of droplets dripping down my earlobes onto the naked skin.
There was a certain music to it. A certain peace that took me back to emotions less visited. Desires unfulfilled. In the darkness that surrounded me, I visualised you.
There you are. A figure. Blurred. In the light and shadow of the night. In the foggy feel of the heavy rain that fell, much like the shower I stood beneath. Only its music is different from the shower. It's more liberal. Free. And beautiful. For the raindrops touch the earth. The leaves. And the waters of the lake. Just not my body or yours. I see your eyes sparkle. Your deep, dark brown eyes. That conveys a thousand emotions. Do not stare at the clothes hugging my figure in the rain. But into my eyes. You come closer, and my heart races. You stop where in the cold air around me, I can still feel your warm breath. There is no turning back from here. A strange feeling of excitement and fear grips me.
I opened my eyes and found myself beneath the shower. I smiled at your thought. My body is still burning with the kind of desire you ignited in me. To feel you. Touch you. Caress every inch of your skin. I am in Lust with you. The kind of Lust that makes me cry in completeness every time your fingers touch my skin. The kind of Lust that makes me feel wanted, needed and desired. The kind of Lust that makes me feel sexy without even trying. The kind that doesn't tag me fat or ugly. The kind of Lust that makes your eyes travel to my lips and back to my eyes to make me blush. Yes, I am in lust with you. For we are mere humans, and our love is more often than not, merged with our attraction, sexual needs and desires. Lust merges with love sometimes, to complete it in ways love itself is incompetent to.
© Suranya
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