“It’s 3 am in the night and I am getting drunk on thoughts of you.”
Where are you? What are you doing there? Why you aren’t here to hold me tight and fill my body with loads of hugs and kisses. Why always when I think about you, you are busy with something and you don’t answer. Why I am unable to make you understand that how much I love you and care about you like your mom, though I am not your mom. Why do you take things normally?
Because… Because you don’t know how my inner saliva is waiting to get mixed with a differently brushed and strawberry filled one! Because you don’t know how my body has been surviving these days without your touch!
Because you don’t know how each cell of my skin is waiting to get touched and feel the comfort of home!
Because you don’t know how much I am craving to unbutton you and make you do the same at moment!
Because you don’t know when I see you, the butterflies which get inside my stomach and the music which starts playing in my mind!
Because you don’t know, how much I miss the company of your blanket when I feel lonely!
Because you don’t know, how I am?
Because you don’t know, where I am?
Because you don’t know, who I am?
But with my all the balloons in the air, I say that I know you