So it happened after a fight,
Her anger was loudly alight,
I pushed a chocolate bar,
Spotting her mouth ajar,
She choked, her wrath soared,
As the petty words roared,
Zapping through her scary flips,
I leaned and kissed her unruly lips,
She was taken aback and so was I,
We got naked to let the fervor fly,
I grabbed, praised her in a wild exclaim,
She snogged, setting the urges aflame,
The utensils kept flying hither thither,
We magnetized, as our skins withered,
She had been refurbishing the house all day,
Now, she moaned, the house in disarray,
The kitchen, the bedroom and the halls,
Trashed away with our thrusting hauls,
The chocolate taste had melted away,
She stared at me in a distraught sway,
I picked her up and lowered near the tub,
Then bathed her with a pool scrub,
She awwed, tossed me aside and ran off,
Came back with chocolates, kisses kicked off,
Her warm mouth and chocolate trickles,
Marched them back, my sensual tickles,
It started again, our lust, our enthusiasm,
A fight, a kiss, a bath and a noisy orgasm.

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One of the most cherished dashing molecules of our existence are the fluttering particles that stamp together to display us a memory. As we age, these particles cram together in random arrays, and we forget some of the events. On odd days, you'll be awed by a childhood souvenir that replenished a forgotten memory and you'll browse through more souvenirs for more recollections. That's why, your grandparents study your features by clasping your arms.
They are recalling those articulate memories associated with the most treasured souvenir to them, your parents.

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The night, fuelled with your gasp,
Your body, fondled in my clasp,
The leaves, rustled around you,
Your eyes, glittered the lunar blue,
The tight embraces elevated our senses,
As I swallowed your moaning dispenses,
Your hair swayed and swung and swirled,
My life trailed away from the world,
Our entwined lips kept withering away,
At the soaring zeal that the tears portray,
Your lustrous bites didn't sting at all,
As I hauled you up, the bedroom wall,
Your legs shiver and embrace with wild exclaims,
As I paint the wall, with you and our wild flames.

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A crestfallen day can evaporate away easily by tiny gestures of compassion. Physically impaired persons and elderly folks demonstrate it everyday. These fragile beings desperately search for comfort and glee by evaluating their surroundings. When you lay a sensitive glance at them and aid them, out of the blue, in one of their daily chores, they'll fling their facial muscles, tinkle their foreheads and land a beaming smile on you. Such a smile, that originates due to exceptional kindness, clings to your thoughts and ascends you into a deep serenity for a long time.

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Biologically, men have stable emotions as opposed to the ambivalent feelings churning inside a woman. At a moment, men can only submerge themselves in one of the emotions ranging from anger, elation and sadness. But, when a throbbing newborn baby is handed over to the father for the first time, for a split second, the father is rendered speechless due to the turbulent wave of emotions amassing him, emotions that range from anxiety, fear, sadness, kindness, compassion, love, curiosity, enthusiasm and an eternal euphoria.

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Reality and Fantasy; the two opposite directions of a cognizant mind. Beyond reality, you'll discover mythical eerieness and beyond fantasy you'll encounter excruciating hallucinations. Normal people prefer to reside in reality while the abnormal are imprisoned in fantasy but, artists dwell between them, hence the need for isolation and quietness.

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Nostalgia; an alluring state of human sentimentality wherein
the thoughts of an individual are teleported back to the
extinct and ecstatic moments of the past. Something, as
small as a dusty pencil, left under the wardrobe, could
spiral you back to those days of timidness, when,
you refrained from approaching your childhood
crush. A clamoring child, a tricky teenager
and an evolved adult possess expanding
amplitudes of memories, while a shrinking
elder, drifting away from the niceties of life,
is bombarded with those forgotten
memories by a sentient scent
called

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Guilt; a delicate stigma of remorse that differentiates humans from animals. The phobia of guilt is hardwired in hospitable humans that they refrain from pursuing an immoral road. Relationships hoist the most relevant guilt. An elder, having treaded through all the music of life, gazing at a vintage photo of her deceased partner, feels the most intolerable guilt as she gulps down the possibility of that argument she could have avoided, his quiet patience all those years, her meaningless tantrums, his warm touch, her wrathful words and his kind eyes browsing through her sinful spirit. They become more susceptible to illness and death when they wander through the guilty lonesome corridors of their broken relationships.

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An unsolved absurdity of the prevalent cultural dogma drives some of the Indian parents to presume that interlocking rich men with their half educated daughters will automatically spawn love between the two.
Brothel owners cough at such a pitiful sight.

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Smile; a cordial way of transferring the inner ecstasy to the outside world. When a jolt of thoughts escalate the mood of a person, the facial muscles diverge involuntarily to finalize a grin. The only airborne, visually stimulating and audibly endearing feeling in this world is a smile. Females, madly in love, smile occasionally thus inducing a warmth in him. That's why, those romantic stories, written with a male perspective, always begin with her captivating smile.

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