e gets close to her day by day as he talks to her every day
on bed. He talks to her, opens his mind, tells what he feels about me, she
feels amazed at the way he treats her as younger to her, lightly teases her
without hurting her.
She feels like a flower, he as her honey bee seeking the
nectar. She just bends for him, by spreading her petals, as he lays his legs
over her, his tongue mildly touches as it sucks the nectar from her stigma. Then
he whispers a small talk into her core, by breathing her looking deep into her
eyes, she just takes in his breath, closes her eyes feeling as if no space that separates them being
one, melting and merging into each other. Then he asks do you want a hard bite, umm she says, suddenly her friend calls
her “are you sleeping” she comes out from bed, saying ‘no, I am not’.