The Love Letter of a Complete A$@#$%@!

Dear Love,
You have always wanted me to write a love letter to you and so I thought that having travelled so far on the road of togetherness, you deserve one now baby!

Today as I write, I remember the first time we had met!
That bookshop where I first caught you unawares, in that spotless white kurti and chudidaar...the cloth clinging seductively to your curves and just see-through enough to make me visualize the lack of it on your perfect body...Your pink cheeks blushing against the pastel hues of the attire...I remember how your duppatta played flirtingly with your shoulders, as you would place it firmly there but within the next moment, it would bounce down baring a hint of you perfect cleavage...You would shyly pick it up...look around if anyone’s noticed or not...and get back to work on the books...

Your curly black tresses would wantonly spread over your petite back but leaving enough scope to view the milk white skin just before the neck of the kurti took over...A lock would hang beckoningly on your forehead, trapping all men in sight with the urge to come over and run their fingers over your flawless face and put it aside...oh the whiff of it was all grappling! You would pensively bite the edge of your lower lip, touched with a dash of glimmering lipper, as u pondered over in your mind which book to pick up.

I watched it all...with a desire burning within me to pull off that duppatta and to bare those shoulders and be able to snuggle up to your nape! If we could have all we desired, I would have had you right there!

But I had to be cautious....
You didn’t look like the fiercely brazen modern kids...whom I could easily twirl on the tip of my finger...though drowned equally in vulnerability, I could perceive you had a list of do’s and don’ts for lesser mortals like me to qualify, before they could come any closer to feeling that heaving bosom against their own chest! Ah! An aching thought then and even now!

And then what followed is what generally follows when a man meets a woman:
“He’s asking her about her favourite books...listening to her own mush sequences...sharing her perspectives...poking her to give up her guard and defences...he is genuinely smiling....looking at her interestingly...being gentle when she whimpers and defensive when she goes on a guilt trip...he seems perfectly non-physical!

She’s telling him things excitedly...things no one’s ever asked before or bothered to hear...She talks without inhibitions...he compliments lavishly...Was that a pass he made at her? She smiles coyly...the corners of her mouth turn upward in a beautiful giggle instead of going wrinkly in a frown...he takes the clue and gets bolder...She basks in the glory of the triumph of her charm...he in the triumph of yet another trophy....she seems perfectly gullible!

She’s thinking: Finally I get a man who thinks beyond my boobs...
He’s thinking: Finally I get a woman who doesn’t blast me at my passes and this would eventually lead straight to her boobs!”

Yes, so there we were...chatting and laughing...once you innocently, (or was that deliberately) held my hand while you gave into your clear ringing mirth and I felt my blood rushing to my head! You left me wondering baby, how it could be that after being with so many women, I could still feel the adrenalin pumping and my vision groggy when you so much as just touched me! I knew I was driven completely by my libido, but this was a novelty even for me! I sat through your recital of the characters in your big, fat joint family...I heard the irksome details about all the schools you changed...about your aunt who gets “boys” to get you “settled”...And all the while I was looking at those luscious curves of your mouth...feeling how they would feel inside my own...I was thinking of your tongue that was wagging with talks I cared a f@#$ about...I was imagining would it seem as tender when I suck it in with my own...
I was hoping you’d just stop talking and let me enclose that mouth...and let my fingers caress and run all over you before ripping to the core!

But you have been going on and on...and I have been waiting patiently like a hawk, to strike when the iron is hot...bearing my own heat with a smile to conceal my intentions and deceive that all I want is to take you to the sack!

I know you are reading this now and I can sense the lines on your forehead forming sexy cresses of distaste and horror...I know you must have already once flung the paper in an outburst at my revelations of how sexually you turned me on (you still do baby...oh how you still do!) and then picked up the paper again to look for a hint of love! My dear child...what a fool you all are! There’s no such thing as love...it is just an excuse to take unsuspecting souls like you to the first level of the game of lust!
I am writing all this to warn you baby because somewhere I did get touched by your innocence...Or maybe somewhere the man in me feels...if I couldn’t have you, no one else should either! What a waste of all that oomph crammed in your perfect mould...the oozing sensuality that needs expert hands to guide it to the peak! I feel sorry that I couldn’t do you the favour...not that I didn’t try...

It’s been a month now I suppose...I suck at dates...I pretty much “suck” at everything...provided I get an opportunity to it! And it has been a torture to be with you...to have you inches away from me but not being able to feel your breath over my own hungry lips. To see you raise your arms in a joy of abandon, as your torso swings along too and the uprising of your perfect breasts, bring back the almost physical pain deep down within me. I stand behind and watch you bend to pick up things I deliberately scatter on the floor of my pad...it’s a sight to pine in when your curvaceous rear sticks out at me, mockingly for it is beyond my reach...you gave me pleasure even in excruciating pain! I get a glimpse of your flat smooth belly with a mind blasting navel, when your skirt pulls just a wee bit down and the top goes abounding up to the ends of you fullness...and I close my eyes and yearn. You know now why I often made you get up on the stool and pick out the books from the topmost shelves of my little library!

But you have remained elusive and I can’t bear this any longer....
Also another pretty young thing has crossed my way...
She’s armed with the artillery that could make any force go to war or cease fire! I run a finger down her curves and she is ready to crumble into my arms like molten butter at the cue...
She is gentle and succumbing and could turn wild and thumping!
So baby, I give up on you...I can no longer put up the facade of love, being driven hitherto by the thought of rewards of it!

I no longer can bear the idea of you wriggling and taking steps back when I so much as touch the ends of your protruding lips with my finger. I want you from the bottom of my heart and everywhere else...but not forcefully....Oh come on...I am not a brute...wild alrite, but then can’t crush your blooming petals within my eager fingers without your consent, really!

So there my love...

Good bye and god bless...
I hope you now have a fair idea of “man”kind and would be sensible enough to not do or rather do the same mistakes with other knights that traverse your path....
As for me...just remember I am always there, in case the nights get too lonely or you need some connoisseur direction over unchartered territory....After all what are friends for...
Hahaha...I know its evil...but how I am enjoying this!

Lustingly yours
:)