The Taste I Like
"I have never done this," I muttered, hypnotized by his eyes.
"Nobody knows everything." He answered and gave me his hand.
"You are so... so... So... beautiful." He was whispering his secret and I had his chiselled jaw wrapped in a small stubble beard in my hands. "You don't have to know anything. Follow me." He pulled me into his arms, he mumbled, I leaned over and kissed him.
I cupped his cheeks and pulled him to kiss my lips. I want to savour those lips. He obeyed.
He stormed into my life on a rainy day, one day just to shelter me. He was always uninvited into my life but once I tasted him, I realised I am more than I can be. He became My Taste I Like until I learnt his truth.