puzzled memories

The door was open
The night was dull
The fan had stopped
Siting lack of current

It was such a sad day
A day of mourning
The day that ate my wife
Exactly a year back

I was lying down
Missing my wife
Missing her presence
And the intimate moments

I wanted her back
I wanted her back
For a woman-sans life for a year
had been as worse as a heated-beer.

Suddenly in the midst my thoughts
Entered she
So beautiful and so elegant
Carrying with her a heaven-ish scent

I stood mesmerized
As she came near and near
So charming so sensuous
And yet as dear as a chilled-beer

She touched my legs
And slowly my pants
As I felt her body
Touch my bearded chest

She went on to touch me here
Aah she touched me there too
Even my private places
As if it longed her touch

She was like a goddess
Her touch so refreshing and holy
She was so appealing
And I wished her ever-presence

It was refreshing
Rejuvenating
Full of bliss
Much more than lady-love’s kiss

Like all good things coming to an abrupt end
She slowly withdrew herself
As I yearned and wanted her
Like a desert with its tongue-out for rains

She left abruptly
Slamming the door on her way out
As I stood puzzled with my heart full with her memories
thinking god is god for giving her such a beautiful name-breeze