Hugging her is like ...

I couldn't control my nostalgic time with her. How can I? I can see the time of ten years that how can she able to take her stand. She mature her feelings, her injustice into a transcendent point. Those star looking eyes of past believe sky as a selfish one! She is the change of this era.

I hurriedly freshen up, and went to her room as I wanted to hug her so tightly without any reason. I did my stuffs and went back to her room.

There she was listening to her favourite Selena Gomez song, humming "who says you are not perfect." She was in her red night dress and looking so beautiful enough that I couldn't even blink my eye!

Rosy! I hold her hand to come out if her bed and hugged her so tightly that we could listen to each other breathe.

I imagined that I am in a desert, hugging my Rosa heart. I feel every miniscule of sand particles are humming in their sound of love. They dances in the sway of breezes without asking it. They sing their own liberty of love.

I clasped her body with mine, letting her every elements of body to feel me with love. I slowly kissed her eyes, cheeks, nose, forehead and lips. I started feeling her saliva into my mouth, letting her to feel the aesthetics of love. I let her to take an opportunity to bite my lips unto her lips so that she will bereave all her sadness into my soil. I wanted her to flower the plant of happiness. I wanted to keep a jar of happiness into her heart so that whenever she see me and us she would feel an epoch making time of her life. I whispered into her ear and bite her earlobes. I cuddle her hair and kiss her roof of nose and again I went to the ear of her and whisper her,

"I love you Rosa, I wanted you to undress your pangs and hidden marrow of pain infront of me. Settle all your turbulent water infront of me. I wanted to be an ear. Will you allow me that courtesy my lady....

to be continued...