A Wet Dream( The cat story)

“There’s always something about the weather. Something distinctively intrinsic about it. For every feeling, every emotion, the weather just feels right. At least that’s what you think when you’re in love. Everything feels right. The sensitivity; the euphoria; that elated feeling of lover’s tune dancing up your spine; that brisk sensation that protrudes the fluid in your brain way beyond space.”

It rained sunshine. The sun kissed my skin. I could feel the hair on my arms lay in subtle relaxation as if a lull is being sang to a little baby. The sun bathed the earth in desolate hue as we walked side by side on the beach. Our souls merged in acute perspicacity with sweet melodies that our hearts alone could hear. No other feeling in the world could comprehend. Just like zephyr, the wind blew softly as we walked down the beach. There was this silence – the escape from reality. All I could hear was sweet silent hum played only in my illusory freedom amidst the universal chorus. Captivated by every trinket touched.

Oh that first kiss – so magical. I stood there, static, seeing our future as transparent as air. Her soft lips struck the core of my bones making me feel as right as the rain. I was overwhelmed by the passion i craved so much as i tasted the nectar of her kiss. Her love took me captive; it bonded my soul.

“Oh mehn! those eyes”.

Her eyes, almond blue…

Her eyes, almond blue, vibrant hues no palette dares to claim. Like a fallen ship, i failed to sail as i sank deep in them. The way they glitter like stars of autumn night sky.

“love is an eternal magic that time can never reveal” ~ DEEP DARK SOUL POET

“Her smile, Jeez!” So lit as headlights of passing cars. That smile, the way they spread like red tint on ripening tomatoes.

I mean she was an interesting mix of ego and sensitivity. The weakness and sensitivity shut my pride. I was enslaved to love.

… They glow like stream of liquid fire. Egyptian goddess, gold like the sun.

“Her skin, my gawd!” soft and tender. They glow like stream of liquid fire. Egyptian goddess, gold like the sun.

In that hour with her, gave me fierce imagination like how close a whale’s intestine would get to the moon if stretched out. I mean mehn, i was high on love – intoxicated by it. A feeling so strong like never before. My heart lingered as drought awaits the spillage of pissing cows. That moment felt beyond perfect. The sudden gasp of sweet surrender as love and passion fuels the fire burning within us. Ecstasy that i’d never fight.

I proposed to her in the sunset and it was beautiful. Our wedding had been planned and i was about to marry the queen of my heart. Two souls were on the verge of being melted into one. I was enflamed. I knew no other thoughts but this; I loved her – heart, mind, body, brain and soul.

 

** Wedding Day **

I was exultantly happy and simultaneously nervous as a wreck. The day had come and i was going to spend the rest of my life with her ( the most beautiful girl in the world ). At that point, no lies were being told. No looking back – no regret.

The priest read us our vows and it came down to that time, the best part in a wedding ceremony, where you get to kiss your wife amidst the whole attendant.

I was about to kiss my wife, when I felt a cold liquid spilling down my face. I looked up peevishly, only to see my mom splashing water on my face as i laid on my bed.

 

OH SHIT! IT WAS ONLY A DREAM.

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