I sit nervously before her. Our first date. Knuckles humming over trembling knees. Sweaty temples and a dry throat. An empty head in the blaring cacophony all around. A little guilt and a lot of excitement. A feet away from my first secret affair. I smile at her and she sits there sparkling back in an enticing invite. Red glossy lips to complement her red slender curves as she stands tall on my table. Hopping off its edge, she seductively leans into my lips. And in the first long intimate kiss, she slips her warm soul down my hungry throat. Till she seeps all the way through my veins and arrests every pore of my being. 'Spirit' of the first date #Confessions of an Alcoholic Rashi Sharma this one is for you.
