I was looking at the sky and she came and touched my nose. I was looking for it in the skies and wanted her to come harder. She started gently by kissing my nose, then she became a tear in my left eye. I could see her rolling down my cheek. I wanted her to roll but not to let her go. She slipped away, smoothly. I saw her slipping down my neck, she was so intimate that I couldn’t even breathe without letting her know. She went down and made me shiver. Then she took hold of my hair, grabbed it properly and started kissing my forehead. She touched my lips and stayed there for a while. I greedily wanted her to stay a little more, but she went down the neck. I looked at the sky again, seeking more lust. She became aggressive, started wetting my clothes by showering on me. The structure of chest started becoming visible through the white shirt I was wearing. She could see my soul through that white shirt. She hugged me harder.
Every passing second she was getting closer and making me vulnerable. She was making me show every flaw, every impotence and every foible of mine. The more I was closer, the more transparent I was. I couldn’t even lit my cigarette so that I could hide my wrinkles behind the smoke. Yes, smoke was the armour to my incompetency. Instead of shielding, I don’t know why but I allowed her to tear me apart. She went through me. She showered on me once again and washed all my protectiveness and fakeness. She did that for a while,calmly, gently. All I could hear was the sound of droplets striking the soul. That was the last soothing sound I heard, before leaving this cosmos.