Real World Fantasies

When the weary winds kiss the sand dunes, she leaves her trace on the sand. Like the rattle on its tail I hear her ornaments jingle, carried by the north east wind. Her kohl lined eyes have charmed me, poisoning me with her divine kiss that takes the sting deep down my veins. It takes me back to my memory lanes where I feel I’ve felt her-the smooth skin where my hands try to feel her all, the way her hair makes its way for my fingers, the blood lines that persists on her back, her essence, her fragrance, her clothes which are still on the floor, her lips with the heavenly nectar, the taste that lingers in my mouth, making me hungry for more. The shake of the rhythm, the music to her moves makes me follow her. I hear in the dunes amidst the silence broken by the winds, her voice saying “Follow me”. And I tell you this, this is just a dream. No rewards shall follow you for the wastage of your time.