You crave for my voice, my touch, my mouth. Desires of your geography that I so well understand. Neither bread nor water will quench that which is rising deep inside you. You await for my presence!

Desires of your geography that I so well understand.

You keep reading her again and again and again.You can never stop reading her. Because she is your favorite book!

You are MayaI am the MusafirYou are the Poem I am the Poet You are the Symphony I am the MusicianYou are ArtI am the Artist.

We were together since the beginning of the Universe.

Every breath of mine had your name in it!

Whatever happens between us; you will forever be aching for me just as a flower aches for her bee.

As the love symphony of Beethoven wafted in the air, you and I made love last Saturday afternoon. And the neighbor's dogbarked madly, every time our bed creaked from all the gyrations that you and I could outmaneuver in our frenzy of wanting each other's body and soul!

She wants a love. A deep kind of love. Someone who loves to listen to her. Someone who touches her heart by his words and feelings...Someone who puts her head on his shoulders for her to cry on, may be once in a while...Someone who is comfortable being her best friend. Someone who reassures her that life is indeed beautiful...