The Morning After

Each moment was made to count,

Each second had a tale to tell,

Each minute was etched in time,

Each hour reminiscent of a lifetime.

When he touched her skin, he touched her soul and as she closed her eyes, his image sprang to life. When she kissed him in desperation, she kissed his existence, two hearts joined in union –as man and wife.

If a lifetime could be condescended into a few hours, then Shivani and Mrityunjay lived several lifetimes in that night. It was as though a deep thirst, which had existed within them for many lifetimes, finally found the well of love, in the oasis of their union. His mere touch was enough to spring her desires back to life, as one coy look from Shivani was enough to arouse a thousand desires in his untamed heart. Neck, throat, arms, legs, hips, breasts..... just a mere physical expression of the longing within. They used every tool they could employ to douse the flames threatening to overpower their self-control.