Appeasing the five senses.

Note: I am in a mushy mood. For those who don't like mushy stuff, you can skip this post.


Sight.
She pleases my eyes. I am sure she felt me looking at her. Trying her best to catch me staring. But my eyes turn away the minute she stares at me. As soon as she turns back, my focus shifts back to her. The only difference is, now its more intense. Watching her movements, the subtle motion of her arms, the way her lips move while she speaks.
Within minutes, everything around me shuts out completely. My eyes just study her, memorizing her, watching her in vivid detail. Every curve of her body is recorded, all the intricate details in her dress. Everything. My eyes take it all in. Her body, her mind, even her soul, if in case our eyes lock. Her eyes are magnificent. From the first day that I happened to glance at them, I was mesmerized by their beauty. When she looked at me, I knew that these lovely soft brown eyes are the ones that I want to wake up to every morning. They had an uncanny hypnotic ability, whether they were sleepy, angry, happy, or deep in thought. I have always loved her eyes. But for now, my eyes are fixed on her. She knows I am watching, and she is more than happy to let me keep looking. I know she is blushing.... the room just got a little hotter.


Touch
I love to touch her. I am gentle at first... just using the tip of my fingers, lightly brushing against her skin. Slowly the pressure builds up. I make them walk up and down her arm. Just two fingers, going back and forth, making her more familiar with my touch. Soon they creep across her waist. She lets out a little hum, trying her best to hide the pleasure she felt at my touch.
Her hands begin to move too, her tiny fingers quickly grasp mine, effectively stopping my movement. She leans forward, close to my face, whispering in my ears, "aye, what do you think you are doing mm?"
But for now, I am lost in her touch. I am just focusing on the touch. The other senses at this point, are put on hold.
My hands pulled away from her grip and rose up to touch her cheeks. I gave a little smile as I caressed those soft silky cheeks with my thumb, a smile which turned into a grin as the caressing suddenly turned into a light pinch.
Before she could protest, my fingers moved to her lips, those perfect smooth lips. They are precious to me. So warm, gentle to the touch. My body can't handle it anymore. It needs to be comforted. I suddenly pull her towards me, giving her a tight hug. A loving embrace, letting my body feel hers completely, wishing I could just merge with her. I have realized that the only time I can sleep peacefully is when I feel her body alongside mine while we lay next to each other in bed. Its just amazing.


Smell
She has a good smell. My nose approves of it. Its one of those kind of fragrances that linger around for quite some time. It varies though. That's because she keeps switching soaps. Sometimes, its the sweet smell of dove, other times it was yardley, few moments she even smelled like honey...probably because of that Lux soap. But regardless of the soaps, it was her all the same.
Every morning when she gets up and leaves the room, I feel this sudden absence of her fragrances. It becomes so overwhelming that I hold on to her pillow, burying my face in it, inhaling deeply. Her scent clings on to everything.
On days when I am a little depressed, I hold on to her pillow tighter, imagining that I am in her arms, my face buried against her chest. She would be close enough for me to smell her hair, taking in all that dove or honey or whatever those scents are.
I bury my face deeper . Clinging on to it tight while I inhale the remnants of her fragrance, falling asleep blissfully.
It is a good smell.



Taste
Early morning, as soon as I wake up, my lips hunger for hers. I have to taste her. The taste changes throughout the day. Early morning, a kiss tastes of the sweet dreams she had last night. After brushing her teeth, the strong mint overpowers my tongue. After breakfast there is a lingering taste of tea. During the day, I get to experience a cherry flavor. The incidents where I know she has been cheating in her diet, when her kisses taste like chocolate. At times when she is on her kurkure cravings, my taste buds get to experience a nice sweet and spicy flavor....so many various flavors. Every kiss is different, and with every taste, I keep getting cravings for more.



Sound
Usually coming home after a long tiresome day, I just walk straight up to her as we sit on the couch and talk. My body, worn down from sitting in the chair and working all day, begins to tilt a little. Before you know it, I have fallen asleep in her lap.
I can hear a sound. A soft sound. Its tone rising and falling, almost like a musical melody.It is beautiful. I open my eyes a little and see her lips. They are moving. Saying something...
Slowly I realize that she is singing. Still hazy, I don't move much, getting a little tensed. A bit afraid that if I move too much, her singing will stop.
That voice...its so...I am too drowsy to continue that thought. Mesmerized by her voice. I can feel sleep creeping up again. This time I fight it, I want to hear some more of that intoxicating music. A sweet lullaby. She will be a good mother. Our child will never cry for long. I have held on to her tight by now, I can hear her heart beating. The rhythms almost match her singing. I wish I could listen to her voice forever. Its soothing to my soul.
Blissfully I keep listening to it until sleep finally overpowers my senses.



Goodnight everyone