It was the last time ,
I thought.
But I'm afraid,
it was not.
July, was the month;
it all started.
A month after we met.
Initially, it was an attraction,
for the dark thick beard.
Then anger,
for the flirt he was.
Changed, by the smile;
and the eye that made me feel like the queen.
Love, it turned out to be now.
Yes, it was love.
Little did I knew about the gaint,
still every look of his;
burned deep in my heart.
It was not the muscles,
or the strength he had for sure;
that cast a spell on me.
But the very naked eye of his.
It was him!
who kissed me,
with words that shot like arrow;
somewhere deep and felt like honey.
If it was not him,
I'm afraid;
I would never have felt like this.
My whole body felt like christmas,
at the one touch of his beard on my bare skin.
Maybe, I am too young for the play,
but old with mind games which never worked here;
as heart games were a little tricky.
You fall prey to the one thing;
which felt new each time.
It was not the last time;
I now know very well!
But maybe with time,
it will be easier;
the older the wiser.