Am a simple, complicated wild Cinephile, Critic and Fan of all things LIFE and I never make my home in a place; It’s inside my head. I find what I need to furnish it – Family = SHAH RUKH KHAN, memories, friends I trust and the love of learning and YES...MOVIES MOVIES MOVIES ~
You are in my guts Shah and I am acting because you are alive... *ILU* ~@LarvK
"I read everything including the laundry list that comes at my home. When I used to stay in a hotel and couldn't find a book to read I used to read the instructions on how to escape in case of a fire. I love reading and like to read almost every book. I need to read before I sleep" ~@iamsrk
SHAH RUKH KHAN...YALE CHUBB FELLOW...SO PROUD OF YOU MY SHAH, *ILU*~
"World...Move over you’re standing on my oxygen tube.... I need to breathe~" #YALESRK... @iamsrk~
Showing posts with label Stories (SRK/LK). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stories (SRK/LK). Show all posts
She walks through the door startling him, he looks up. For a little while they stare at each other. Then she says, “You look tired, it looks like it’s been a busy day.” He replies, "Yeah..you have been busy too." Can you tell me what happened? She replies, "Maybe someday..." Then he asks her, "Did I lose you? Did I?" She walks up to him and hugs him. Then she answers, “I have known you all my life and even then I only knew half of you… the promise of you. But these past few days, you have fulfilled your promise. How could you ever lose me? He tightly hugs her tears rolling down his eyes, he kisses her forehead.
Indivisible you come to me...meeting me in the spaces... between our hearts... Here now...talk to me...more about everything...whisper slowly... Films with you...films of you...old black and white movies... colored ones too... Take off my armour...stay tonight...decorate me... Reflections in cafe` windows...we sit and read together... substance... I want (not less)...maybe more... yes more...touching... your glittering gold... Surround me...soft pillows...in hotel rooms...waiting... Dream...make it unforgettable...everything else... leave it unsaid... Needing...You undress me...unfolding me...my layers... My fingers...mesh and then unmesh with yours.... They trail...over the soft olive flesh... Of your forearm...to your back...down... So strong...yet vulnerable...Your sight... It never fails to undo me...
Confessions...In your ear...I need to run...down every path of you... Exhaust myself in the many mazes...and patterns of you until weary... I collapse...allowing the last remaining traces of coherence... To abandon me before...the madness of your scent... Leaves me...without an identity...
"Mmmm..." You giggle...looking at me...you search deep...in my eyes... Gift wrap me...red bow...make it about nothing... about something...about everything... Say it...I will...tell me stories...till dawn... Sweet...sweeter...sweetest...equations and calculations...as you... Feed me... Loving...your tenderness...such beauty...fade in me...you are my whole... Our lips...our torsos...our hips...our thighs...our moisture... Our straining...our collapse...inside...
"Please...!" You whisper... again and again...as you're kissing me... Not knowing what you're begging for...but it almost feels like it’s your life... I have never heard you plead before... "Yes Sir...!" I say...tears rolling down my eyes..."Anything you need... ...Everything you need..." I belong to you...murmuring... Drowning in your kisses...beneath the flood of your yearning... You lose yourself... in me...I come undone... Falling into one another...complete rapture... By the phone...calling me...play me like your sax... Cover me... Comforting you...giving trust...love...my fire...You Glued to you...on you...portraits of intimacy...fit in my frame... My winter coat...your arms...your heartbeat...Within me... Your touch...meliorates my emotive wounds... Your lips...nestle the glaze of my being... Your soul...becomes that of with purpose...only after my own... Altogether...Ours...
SHAH...THIS ONE BELOW IS FOR MAKING ME ELATED TODAY...*ILU*..THANK YOU..!'BUMPY RIDE' TEACHING YOU HAHA...~
She walks through the door startling him, he looks up. For a while they stare at each other. Then she says, “You look tired, it looks like it’s been a busy day.” He replies, "Yeah..you have been busy too." Can you tell me what happened?
She replies, “Maybe someday...”
Then he asks her, "Did I lose you? Did I..?"
She walks up to him and hugs him. Then she answers, “I have known you all my life and even then I only knew half of you...the promise of you. But these past few months, you have fulfilled your promise. How could you ever lose me?
He tightly hugs her tears rolling down his eyes, he kisses her forehead.
It was a lovely early morning in the wild, the sun was just mounting up high in the sky and the hill-side whitened with blossoms of mountain ash. Late autumn colors flashed hues of red, yellow, drab, purple and light to dark shades of green. A rich coverlid of grass— exotic animals and birds—with private untrimmed banks of primitive apples and pebble-stones all negligent of one another as beautiful fragments. That is what I called them or thought of them. Drooping shy and unseen were our love thoughts of love yielding and acts of love climbing. Hands and arms of love, lips of love, phallic thumbs of love, breasts of love, bellies pressed and glued together with love. An all earthly chaste of jungle love it seemed. Watching our body of love--the body of the man I love with me as the morning dew airs blew from the southwest, nature unraveling--the hairy wild-bee murmured and hankered up and down— griping the full grown lady-flower, curved upon her with amorous firm legs, took his will of her, and held himself tremulous and tight till he was satisfied. In the wet of woods through the early hours, the curious roamer kept at work; his hands roaming all over the body with bashful withdrawing of flesh where the fingers soothingly paused and edged themselves. The mystical delectable night—the strange half-welcome pangs, visions, sweats, had brought us to pulses pounding through palms and trembling encircling fingers, a rocking conclusion at the horizon. Flushes after flushes, surfing in the rain as everything seemed better when wet. Hot hands seeking to repress what would master him; his voice carrying me into a land of open grass plains, a place where anything and everything was possible. Jungle fever driving us mad. Then a wholesome relief, stillness, content with fulfilled sighs. Work was done as we tossed carelessly to fall where we could in the beautiful wilderness, our safari concluded.
He moved away from the edge as the lights turned yellow and then green accelerating hard, the race was long and it was going to be tough. His competitors were faster; it seemed it was getting pretty rough. As the first corner beckoned, it got a bit tighter. But he dove down inside and got it just right. Exiting the bend while the rear end was sliding, my qualified driver relaxed nearing 96 laps ‘til the end. He had had some good races in the past and qualified seventh, his experience helped him make up to fourth and then third place. By the end of the 97th lap he was sitting in second but he knew what to do as my driver was no nerd. While burning flames were spitting from the exhaust he was braking for the turns. Though slippery from the oil, he had learnt to use this to his advantage in the past as he remembered bit by bit how to maneuver. He passed other drivers showing his true grit, half way through the race he was in the lead but he had to stop at the pits because he needed new tires and another swift adrenaline boost on 60 seconds. Regaining the lead once more he outwitted his rivals, seemed the strategy was working. On lap 98 and just two more to go, he feared things could go horribly wrong at this point but he refused to show his worries. He was a man of his word always finishing the challenges ahead of him. He calmed himself down becoming one with his car; such a beauty he had. Lovingly he stroked its steering wheel the car VRRRrrrmed as he raced deep into the finish line, the superstar had won! Receiving a Superhero trophy on the podium, he shook hands with his rivals and went to caress his baby one more time, an equally titled fine-tuned supersonic speed machine.
You set out on a journey to Ithaca full of adventure and knowledge, as emotions touch your body and soul, the fierce Poseidon rises within you. Your thoughts remain lofty entering ports seen for the first time. Souring through the secret ruins of Istanbul, Roma, Barcelona and Athena; stopping at Phoenician markets and purchasing fine merchandise. Mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony. A beautiful voyage, arousing sounds of lutes and lyras entice your ears. Lovers dancing on the isles of Greece, where Sappho loved and sung bring a smile to your immortal face.
Reminiscing of a past encounter your temperature raises, Athena sensing it sees the string of your kite and follows it straight to you like the scent of fresh roses and delicate thyme. Her skirt flutters covering your face as you bend down to pick up your Spanish guitar. Her sensual perfumes provoke the scorpion phoenix in you, causing an abrupt urge to yell..., " Today, I shall play these strings to quench my Athena’s thirst." Your words stir up the heart in her breast, she watches you as you caress the strings of the guitar a delicate flame running beneath her skin. Yearning for you to release her from the grueling anxiety that her soul longs for, she’s almost scared to admit that the adventures of your body much like your voyage excite her. That on multiple occasions she has heard your calls of starving and craving as she ached and wanted you even more.
Tongued hesitation builds up the tension along the border of her skin eyeing your fingers teasing the instrument at hand. Her body ablaze, her admission to you comes as no surprise, she runs down every path of you exhausting herself in the many patterns of you. You run your fingers down her bare back and circle to her belly knowing where her gate is latched, Athena in turn lovingly savoring where your slope is anchored. Muscles harden, sights, smells and sounds, her limbs shaking slightly as your own ravenous appetite surrenders to her every will...you sigh. You knew you had always wanted her, and that despite your different latitudes, she had always belonged to you. Your surroundings erode as you play harder her rhythm enticing you, leaving you wanting more. Her skin static to your every touch sends sweet shivers down your spine while the madness of your musk leaves her without an identity. A perfectly calm afternoon of shopping turned into a tempest of emotions as you create flames from the friction of your humid bodies. Your mind ticked over, your whole world explodes! Everything at that moment belonging to only you and her. "Don’t let me lose the wonder of your eyes", you mutter. "Sssh...! You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon winds. I found your kite...It was sweet tasting it and it belongs only to us", she replies. Her eyes filled with mischief, a giggle escapes her tender lips. You smile back at her holding her in your arms as you gaze at Mt. Olympus in the horizon. You close your eyes hoping Zeus will keep your secret at bay.
The evening is young, you’re relishing the views and noises of the ancient city of Kusadasi from your balcony. You decide to take a walk to the hotel bar, realizing its Turkish night you sit down for a drink.
The bartender hands you a Raki as the drumming beats increase, the evening celebrations have began. Taking a sip of your drink you scout around and notice her noticing you. Clad in belly dance attire she gets up, smiles at you and starts gyrating her shoulders to the percussion. You take another sip of your drink and smile back at her. Like a shot to the brain your senses suddenly awaken, you light a cigarette your eyes focused on her. She places her hand on her leg slowly moving it up her thigh knowing you’re watching.
Arching her body backwards she twirls and shimmies with mesmerizing hip rolls to the tempo of cymbals and piccolo. Swaying all the right parts with such emotion for you, lovingly telling you as she picks up pace, showing the beauty of her female form. Your heat reverberating to the depths of her soul like an aphrodisiac uncurling sensual side, rousing your loins with mysterious eyes wide.
Come hither your smiles do, sweet feminine wiles, Turkish delight. Framed and bejeweled in the evening light, her golden coins tinkle and chime as she moves through the dance floor all a while reading your smile. All are spellbound as she continues to perform but she’s only dancing for your pleasure. Imitating a serpent uncoiling to the ancient Mizmar, she writhes and glides sensuously to the ancient sounds, of the eastern moon. She enters your psyche, taking over your mind, hands palpitating, pulse beating to heady rhythms carnal entwining.
Her hips pounding out to the beats of Darbuka;
Dum, Dum Taka Tak Dum, Dum Taka Tak...
Rising seductively to the music, not a beat amiss. Moving closer and closer to you she weaves her way to your chair, she calls out to you in tradition, "Buyurmak Sevgilim...Come darling dance with me.." You oblige and stand up but then she sits you down parts your knees and proceeds to dance between them. You let out a sweet gasp unbelievable, her every shift redefining a different kind of ecstasy within you.
Staccato hip moves, Hip Twist, Hip Bump, Hip Thrust As she grinds Up and Down on you. Arm waves, shoulder rotations, Head slide, You mourn, such is your desire to finish her as you watch her belly trembling like wind ripples, she gains speed suddenly, leading you to Nirvana, a constant state of bliss.
Circles, eights, camels, snakes accentuating, your body heat swelling,
Cleopatra in Caesar’s arms…heating your passion in sweat, exploding with antagonizing pleasure...And then climax, fast and lively, grand finale as she bathes you in her erotic embrace. Her audience still in the state of hypnotic trance. Here in the blissful presence, she’s all yours...you gracefully tangle, the drumming settling into silence as the dance concludes. Never have you known a better night than this.
She whispers in your ear, "Tonight, I wanted you just like this...such was my feminine intent."
Sitting in living room, looking at the glass door lost in my own mind…Daughter brushes against me giving me a gentle kiss to my lips, TV thoughts lingering. A raven lands on our terrace with a distant sweet aura, starring into its eyes wondering what good or bad omen it has come to deliver.
It flaps its wings and for a brief moment I feel the dark joy of parting, the strange pain of separation…The bird stares back as though understanding my inner fears, slowly it lowers its head and tiny whispering sounds seem to emanate from it. As I wait attentively for more sounds, it’s chirping breaks the icy silence and it starts singing to me. I can clearly hear the song. Its cry like ink on wind, words carved with its wings. I watch the message of the bird and it becomes my eyes--
"O King of the land of Bharata and the gushing waters of the Ganges, I bring the biddings of my mistress; smiling on a tarriance here;
Yes! yes, I have come from the spirits' land far North Where its bright and fair, I come with a voice from the shadowy princess, To tell you that they love you there! To say, if a wish or a fond regret could live in Elysian bowers 'It would be for your love she could never forget. To whisper to your dearest soul, that she watches around you still Her light and magic veil cast over your woes.
Tis’ true in the silent night when you call She ofts on a hurrying blast to answer you again and again… Bidding you remember the laughter, the affection, the joy not just the recent tears. Cherish the memories, your hopes and dreams. Hold fast to the love that you share. Be happy with the time you spend together and being anew."
My mistress psalm...
"Hear me King of Bharata when am not around am not really gone, I am closer than ever before. As the morning sun rises and throughout the busy day...I am with you. Until the setting sun disappears on the horizon and we watch the day turn into night...I am here.
You may feel a faint breeze stir round your head, while you slumber as I gently kiss your forehead, "Good night." The stars that shine so brightly in my heavenly sky help me watch over you and keep you from harm. I am the wind in the trees and the song of a bird. I am moonbeams in a midnight sky and a glorious rainbow after the storm. I am morning dew, and freshly-fallen snow. I am a smile on a stranger's face, a gentle touch, a warm embrace.
Listen to the wind for my message of love. Watch the sun rise and set in the sky with me. Feel my essence encircle you with warm memories. Open your heart to know...I am not gone. Reach deep into your soul...You will find me.
I am here. Have no fear. I am with you, Always."
As a mere messenger on wings…She bid me say that in unfading flowers and key board notes, You'll find in the path she trod, But my plaintive strains tell you in life, She loves, oh! she loves you still and forever more. And a welcome you’re; true to her deathless bowers, pronounced by the voice of reason fly back to her on wired notes.
In a paradise with perfect measures, Adam lived in harmony with all creatures. He had been fashioned from clay as God’s own unique creation. He roamed the beautiful gardens of Eden sipping in all its peace and tranquility.
Till one day he got bored and very lonely. So God created me from part of his rib and soul, to serve him as a lover and be his mate. He breathed life through my nostrils making me as good as new.
That morning as sunrise broke apart the shadows, and the sun bathed me with its rays, I walked above the ground alongside my mate. Hand in hand we danced down the winding roads of daisy fields full of faith and glory. Running liberated along nature’s path, reaching for supple coconuts to satiate our unquenchable thirst as we shaded beneath palm trees.
"Am happy, am proud", said Adam holding my face between his hands, the sun seems to beam from my heart as the stars dance around us. What is this sensation I feel?" A happy tear ran down his cheek. "What’s the cause? I want to know?", he asked. “Adam" I answered.. "Just now when we were intertwined, you called the sensation love, I felt it too. What exactly is a “Love?" I asked him as I licked his tears away with my lips. He smiled and said, "Maybe it’s this wondrous warmth we feel. So fresh and clean; and as pristine as snow. Love is a health, it’s a sunshine..." he said, nodding his head.
So smart, my Adam was I thought. This "love" feeling was sunbathing me with warm rays and through it we were lifting each other. It was like a powerful and magic golden rod. There was music in my soul and the sun was shining through my mind. Walking hand in hand down the silver rolling hills, dew lifting in a rising through gentle mist. We came across the blossoms of an apple tree, lit up like tiny, little lanterns, as the sunlight pierced their fragile bodies with warmth. It was so beautiful, we were enchanted. Then a powerful voice echoed through the clouds. It was from God and he commanded; "Adam my son, do not eat from the apple tree. Your knowledge will disappear and you will realize your fears"
"Eve" said Adam, "God has forbidden us to eat from this tree, let’s eat the cherries from the tree next to it. Then he looked at me with his dazzling hazel eyes, something mysterious swimming below their surface. There was a riddle that I could not penetrate. I watched, holding my breath. "You’re not thinking of disobeying God, Are you? I asked."
Up high in the tree, a serpent watched our unfolding scene below. "No! Of course not" He said in a composed manner. It’s just that all this time I had only had my body to look at and I never imagined another being just like me.
"Hahaha...!!" My laughter cascaded loudly, frightening a pair of parrots from their roost above us. Oh my love, you are a very sweet and wise being sometimes!"
Adam sat there in silence, watching me, as I continued chuckling to myself. Completely mesmerized by the sensual contours of my body playing in the morning light, as my blush began to deepen at his expense.
Hsssss hssssss hsssssssssssssssss
Hissed the serpent to himself as he slowly made his way down the apple tree. He knew that today would be a great chance to get these two lovebirds to eat the apple. Because of Eve’s present bashfulness, she might just be that much more inclined to appease Adam. Yes, today was turning out wonderfully indeed. Thought the serpent..
Little did he know of the sensation called a "Love"!
The serpent approached us with a bullet proof plan, an apple wrapped around it’s coils. He then proceeded to tell us how knowledgeable we would become if we took just a bite of the apple. He told us that God was so selfish that he didn’t want to share his knowledge with us and that by eating the apple from the forbidden tree, we’d in fact be more powerful than God and we could simple banish him from paradise altogether and leave happily ever after as gods.
We gazed at each other for a while contemplating on our new found friend and his theory to power. Hypnotized by the mirage of our eyes under the serpent’s glimmering scales. Suddenly, we were in each other’s grasp drowning in pulsing waves of milk and honey, smothering ourselves in our primal carnality. Drinking from Adam’s sweet raging sweetness as he hoped to quench the thirst of his throbbing weakness.
“Adam, I cried out...Give me more...I want more...more please...And he grunted.."Eve, Please let me in, let me in..I want in...penetrating my ever changing paradox and scorching me with burning touches.
“Eve...Let our flames devour us in perfect pleasure in an eternal paradise,” Adam whispered. Now inescapable, I could hardly breathe, it was more than just physical and deeper than spiritual; we had morphed into each other completing our tango. My libertine, I thought out loud.. there’s no substitution.
We no longer need an explanation for it!
In our madness, we had both instantly forgotten the serpent and it had finally slithered away in hopes of finding another mortal to corrupt! It was that feeling called a “love” that had saved our souls from an original sin.
