Library

I  sit  alone  in  the  library,  
a  fortress  of  silence  and  spines,  
when  you  come  searching  for  me,  
after  the  storm.  

Hesitatently  you  came  and  sat  beside  me  
The  air  filled  with  unspoken  words,  
as  you  play  Tanmaya's  song ;

'Kya  tum  naraz  ho ?'
The  melody  lingers, a  distant  blur,  
a  fragile memory  of  us.

your  hand  reaches  mine,  
fingers  locked, a  quiet  dance.  
You  put your head  on  my  shoulder,  
my  eyes meet your glittery eyes.
I  don't  remember  when  we  shut  the  books ,  the  world  disappeared,  
There  were  cameras, there  were  rules.  
among  them  just  us , in  our  cocoon,  
two bodies rewiring their mood.  

Like  cosmic  rhythm  our  heartbeats  align
as one, in time.  
our  faces  becomes  one , lips  brush,  
soft,  parched,  a  tender  hush.  

As we peck , the  world  dissolves  like  sugar in  water,  
no  space  for  air, no  room  for  a  single thought.  
Your  bosom  comforts  me, my  tongue explores,  
Greeted  with  a familiar  welcoming  warmth, I  am engulfed in the flame .  

Our  tongues  engaged. In  a  playful  wrestling,
saliva mingling, a shared ecstacy.  
I  feel  the  heat  rise  in  you,
an  uprising   down  south, I  am hungry for.  

I  devour  your  neck  it  is  a feast,
your finger travels south  in  search for   my stick, taking matter in your hand.

A  departure  for  privacy
classroom in the corner , lights shut low,  
fingers  and  strokes,  a  steady  flow.  
Lost  in  your  wetness,  your  joy,  your bliss,  
I  am amused  how  we  always  get  to  this.  

You   came  over  me  and  pin  me  down, after  a  careful glance at  the window,
you have your chance with me.
Your warm inviting mouth claims me,  divinely
likcing ,  sucking,  slurping,  you  make me yours.  

Making  me  gasp, my  toes curl, my calf
 strains,
as  you  milk  every  single  drop  in  me  I  bask  in  pleasure.  
Spent  we  collide  but  still   entwined,  
a  forgotten fight, and  love  refined.