Desire Under The Attic

I saw her from one of the intricate blocks on the walls of my attic. This is where I used to get a few minutes of peace to soothe my soul, away from all the despicable noises of the people I used to live with. I was filled with awe at the sight in front of me on the roof, something I had never noticed before. She was that surreal entity whose serenity and idyllic beauty gave me subliminal waves of feelings I never experienced earlier in my 17 year old life.

I gazed at her bangles and bracelets of dull silver, in contrast to the golden brown glow of her skin, and the ankle bells that enticed me with their musical rhythm as she frolicked with the rain falling from above. She was squatting on her haunches, scrubbing her face with her long slender fingers, smiling with joy, giving freedom to her teeth which seemed no less than some real pearls and her plump lips stretched to the ends of her stout cheekbones. I had never seen a smile so divine. She rolled up her skirt to her knees giving her dripping legs utmost exposure and liberty and as she arched forward. Her jacket revealed a modest swathe of her waist curves. She began to dance with angelic moves which gave me breathless moments and a rush of blood with a surge of emotions. I started getting weak in my knees. I stood totally besotted wanting to touch her skin desperately, see her closely and play with the strands of her hair that were falling on her face ever since I saw her.

I felt like grabbing her tightly and feel the heavenly aura around her.

In those few minutes of peaceful breathing, she gave me the most vivid imagination that blew off my mind ever since that afternoon!!