So much I love her that I forfeit myself completely when I make love to her. Every single cell in my body has her name carved on it, and every breath she takes has my heart beat in sync with it.

My gentle slumber was disturbed by the streaks of lightning from across the undraped windows. I pushed aside the quilt and walked towards the window. The chirping of the birds, the rustling of the leaves, the serene surroundings which otherwise go unnoticeable when we are swept away by our daily chores, ruminated me of those happy moments with Her.

And then I looked at her. She struck a beautiful pose as I peered through the half open door. There she lay still with that demure smile on her face, still, basking in the sun’s rays which smudged the shades behind those feminine curves of her body.

‘Man, she’s an absolute beauty,’ I told myself as I ambled towards her. I loved her so much and around her, I built my microcosmic world.

My fingers ran sinusoidal over her sensuous body before I pulled down the cloth, with a devilish grin on my face. She lay in stark nudity right infront of my eyes with the rays of the sun, accentuating the golden hue of her skin.

With a body carved by the greatest sculptor with such impeccable grandeur and gosammery elegance, and those alluring killer looks that can turn on any male counterpart of mine, only to be envied by others of her make.

I reached for a palette and dipped the brush in few colors before I stroke my signature on her unclad body.

“Hasn’t my sign embellished your noble countenance?”

“This, I call it, ultimate seduction”

“Baby, I will be back in a moment,” I whispered slowly and reached for the nearby table before placing the palette on it. I, then proceeded to walk away from her, with my finger running across her body, devouring each and every sensual inch of hers and finally, losing contact at her posterior ridge.

I wore the jaded look on my face, probably cos’ of the tiring yester night. I undid my dress before slipping into a towel and walked into the bathroom. After a steamy bath that rejuvenated my senses, I walked across to her, still in my towel, as I felt her beckoning me.

Slowly I bent down, kissing her when drops of water trickled down my body, onto hers. I gently blew the droplets off her skin, with an air of salacity.

My life was at the crossroads when she walked into it. Though she looked like many others of her genre, my affection towards her is unparalleled, every time reminiscing me of these lyrics from a Glenn Medeiros’ number, “...I might have been in love before, but I never felt so strong!”

Initially, we had an arduous time understanding each other. She was like a raging Spanish bull with that vigor and vitality. Perhaps, my apperception was wrong. The moment I started treating her like a girl, she turned a true girl.

I spruced up myself as I pulled zipper and with the helmet in my hand, I walked towards her. She still lay motionless, when I moved my hands over her body and stood there gazing at her.

“Today’s gonna be our day,” I said and leaned my forehead onto hers. “Please stay with me,” and I planted a kiss, probably the best ever. She still lay composed; inanimately shy when the ear deafening sounds incommoded the tranquil milieus as the garage shutter slowly rolled up.

And then I saw the track right infront of me. I inserted the key, turned on the ignition, stepping up the gas as she roared to life.

“We are gonna make it, baby. We have to win this race,” I whispered softly, patting her gently.

I drove her out of the garage accompanied by the team members and keenly watched by thousands of spectators. Getting ready, to race....

A race bike or a car means everything to its driver. She’s his heart and soul, She dances to his tunes as he romances Her…