n' I Imagine....

well i don't see the whole of it.....i see in parts.....lips bathed with wetness.....with that whip slash stroke by the tongue....with your pen tip bitten by those razor sharp teeth....while you attend that borin lecture...hairs wavin behind....n' your glance...only for a while outside the window....seein a few young children playin in the mud....remindin you of your home...but then you gain back your senses...n' pen down a note from the professor....when suddenly some old funny episode craps up your seriousness.....you end up gigglin...or rather makin an effort to stop giggling.....just when your enchantin orbicularis oculi is excited to its peak....when there's this slight downfall of the skin between your upper eyelid n' your eyebrow...

...n' i only see that piece of chocolate...you unwrappin that chocolate...with long slender fingers...nails still unpolished.....with a motion so slow that reminds me of the strip joint where i've never been!...n' those lips slowly openin...while that wetness still retardin those openin motions...makin that action a gradual one...the wave passin from left to right...the chocolate finally enterin..while the tongue holdin the piece from the down...reminds me of the cradle that i never slept in when i was a child!.....that sweet taste of the choco excitin the parotid glands....forcin that extra secretion of saliva...rushin all towards that chocolate...showin no sympathy at all...fillin the mouth with more wetness.......while a sudden feelin of contraction in the mouth...as an effort to grasp the whole of the sweetness...remindin me of the anaconda which never attacked me....

...n' i only see the part when the bathin ritual is just over...while the body still embraced tightly by the towel...jealously removin even a drop of air between the towel n' the body...like a long lastin lover....while i only see that droplet which makes a perfect spiral path originatin from the neck..n' finally reachin the floor...through all those curves....while the face blushes....even in the solitude...while the mirror happens to be the portray...artists fight to claim as their master piece...reminds me of Vinci's Leda....n' the body sways involuntarily...with the music played in the stereo next room....the music...as if desperate to dance...somehow managin to enter the room...

...n' i only see the ball room....me standin in a dark corner...the hand over his coat....that ring sparklin so brightly...stoppin me to see those fingers......n' the hair showin a perfect centrifugal motion...as the slow motioned rollin is bein done in the ball...makin me unnotice every other dancer in the room....while the room is ligted with bright lights...i only find the moon as the spotlight to see their dance....

...n' i only see the hurried foot steps...in the effort of comin downstairs...as if everytime the previous record of gettin down has to be broken....both those hands holdin that long skirt..liftin it a bit...revealin those shoes...where those eyes workin in perfect simple harmonic motion...lookin at the steps n' the door...with a time period of 2.5 seconds.....

n' i imagine......