First Closeness...!!!

             And so time stopped. All I could see was you, so close to me and yet miles apart. There you were, barely inches from me, my surroundings filled with your presence. Nothing mattered to me; the heat of the room, the buzz of the class, that distant voice of the teacher, everything was a blur. All I could feel was that tingling presence of yours. I could smell that unique cologne that was you, feel the heat radiating off your skin, as it touched mine, warming my very core. I just had to stretch my fingers to caress that soft skin your hand, to feel that fine texture underneath my fingers.

            

            And yet I couldn’t. You are my forbidden fruit that lures me into its den; teasing me, tormenting me. I know I can’t have you, and yet I yearn for you. I don’t know what it is that pulls me to you, but it’s so hard to resist. I yearn to touch you and know you. Having you so close to me today, it took every single fibre of my body to hold me back. All I know is, during those moments time stopped for me, all I was aware of was the closeness between us. All that mattered was the space we shared, that moment when we nearly touched, the area electrified by the intensity of our auras.

           

              I don’t know what it is that we have, I don’t know what you mean to me. All I know is that I want you to be mine. I want your eyes to look at me only. I want that crooked smile on your face to e for me. I want your hand to never leave mine. I want your lips to adore mine. I want you more than I can express. This desire for you burns through every vein of my body. Whenever I see you, I want to hold you. We are so magnetic, and yet I repel you. I wish you could see me the way I do; I wish you could feel the pull like I do.

I know I would never get another chance like today. I would never have you so close to me ever again. But there is a wish, a hope in me, that someday we can be closer than this. And till the day comes, I will hold today close to me, hidden under the layers of my desire, waiting for the time when we could be close again.