I traced the contour of the seraphic turns on her body, stupefied eyes and the trembling skin couldn't comprehend the heart's longing. The surreal sensation caused horripilation. What the heart felt, could be felt through the warm heavy breath and our matted skin. She was there, the dream was real. A gaze in her majestic eyes and I could see in-depth of her soul's yearning. Her lips were throbbing red. She didn't speak neither did I. The silence silenced the quiet there was. Her bosoms strode with every beat and gust. In my arms the world I felt, the world I sought and left. The scent of her perfume or is it the scent of her desire, I couldn't tell. Regardless she deserved to have a fragrance like that. Our lips met and it tasted like dew on a newly born leaf of a mango tree. The more we kissed the more I could savour, the ocean, the moon and the everything good. Breathing seemed superfluous, we breathed the air we puffed out. Our eyes were closed but the heart was open, we were two but felt singular.