Celebrating the sensual delight that this masterpiece is…
The piece works best when it’s read with the track playing in the background.
It’s so quiet that all he could hear are her laboured breaths.
And then, there is this startling crackling of her necklace, caught under his neck.
They shudder for a moment, almost losing themselves to the unexpected rustle. But again, she smiles.
He responds with a sultry twinkle and pulls her closer.
Her body is now almost interlaced in his. Just like the creepers braiding themselves under water. For a moment, you imagine an invisible rope tying them down together. She seems lost… somewhere within him, only to find herself reveling in the drift.
அல்லி கொடிய காத்து அசைக்குது
அசையும் கொளத்துக்கொடம்பு கூசுது
புல்லரிச்சு பாவம் என்னை போலவே அலை பாயுது!
The union of their souls. It now seems like the inevitable.
They lay bare, eating into each other, beneath the moonlit sky, enveloped by the stars.
He slithers over her neck. She doesn’t resist. But, she swerves a wee bit.
A gasp breaks into a fiery kiss.
She can now feel his heart-beat on her chest. Does it bother her? Or is it the wet embrace?
He nibbles on her earlobes for a while, as she crumbles in passion. The sensual breeze adds to her torment.
நிலவில் காயும் வேட்டி சேலையும்
நம்மை பார்த்து சோடி சேருது
சேர்த்து வைச்ச காத்த துதி பாடுது சுதி சேருது!
What must be running in her mind, as he pauses to whisper his love in her ears, tightening his grip around her waist, all the while?
A shiver sizzling down her spine, she retracts her head a bit, and manages a half-simper.
He murmurs a little louder, letting his wet lips linger over her hair-line for an extra second, making sure that she gets the playful scorn.
It works. She instantly gives in to the charm. As the ripples get quicker, she pulls harder at his torso, letting her finger-nails run through his bare shoulders, all the way down to his palpable sacrum.
என்ன புது தாகம்…
அனல் ஆகுதே என் தேகம்!
He trembles instantly, giving out a muffled wail – a complicated series of agonized, rising vowels – and as if realizing the unintended breach of quietude, tries to hide it in a manly quiver and loosens his grasp a little.
Has she touched one of his ‘spots’ unknowingly? Had she gripped him too tight?
And the next moment, their eyes meet briefly, begging for an explanation.
Enough of all the strokes and the tease… Her gaze screams. He didn’t hear it. But, it’s loud and clear, resounding through the shaggy ends of the tall branches.
Between the unlikely sweat in the coldness of the silvery waters, and the slippery rocks – random pieces of clothing scattered on the banks – they consume their love in the shallows, underneath a blanket of stars.
யாரு சொல்லி தந்து வந்தது…
காணா கனா வந்து கொல்லுது
இதுக்கு பேரு தான் மோட்சமா!
How would it be if none of this ever ended? The love, the passion, the overwhelming sense of completion…
As she loses herself in the sensual haze, that’s probably the only thing she could think of.
உன் கூட நான் கூடி இருந்திட
எனக்கு ஜென்மம் ஒன்னு போதுமா..
நூறு ஜென்மம் வேணும், கேட்குறேன் சாமிய!