I distinctly remember our first kiss. Touching your lips with mine felt like the most natural thing to do. Like when you sigh in relief and content, the moment you reach home after a long tiring day.
I could never forget those kisses under the night sky. You made my heart beat faster. You made me stand on my toes and kiss you back like there was no tomorrow. Even with my closed eyes, I saw the fireworks that the stars did that night.
I fondly remember the time,when we were stealing a quick kiss and a child saw us. How I blushed and buried my face in your chest. And how you laughed and wrapped your arms around me tightly and rested your lips on top of my head.
I dream that we never outgrow this feeling. That you would always want to plant your ‘just because I felt like’ kisses on my cheeks. That you would kiss me on the nape of my neck and waist, with that look of yours, whenever I drape a saree. That you would want to lick off the bits of tiramisu from the corner of my lips when no one is looking. And I dream that the way you kiss me would make me want to write poems about it later.