LOVEMAKING ON SUNDAY MORNING

MAKING LOVE TO A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN ON SUNDAY MORNING

A Passionate Love Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

Today is Sunday and right now it a glorious Sunday Morning.

I do not know why, but during my morning walk I suddenly remembered this story which I had written long back, more than 10 years ago, in the year 2004, after a beautiful Sunday Morning Walk in Mumbai.

So, let me dig deep into my creative writing archives, and pull out this love story for you to read...

Enjoy your Sunday (and do tell me if you liked my Sunday Morning Romance Story)

LOVEMAKING ON SUNDAY MORNING – A Love Story by Vikram Karve

I love making love on a Sunday morning. 

I make love to a beautiful woman on Sunday morning – yes, I make love to her with my eyes.

Here is how we make love.

Tell me, what does a beautiful woman do when a handsome young man like me looks at her in an insistent, lingering sort of way, which is worth a hundred compliments? 

I’ll tell you what she does.

First, she realizes I am looking at her.

Then she accepts being looked at by me.

Finally she begins to look at me in return.

  

Suddenly her eyes become hard.

And she grills me with a stern stare that makes me uncomfortable.

    

Scared and discomfited, I quickly avert my eyes and try to disappear into the crowd. 

I feel ashamed of having eyed her so blatantly.

“What will she think of me?” I wonder. 

But soon, by instinct and almost against my will, my eyes begin searching, trying to find her again.

Ah, there she is. 

She stands at the fruit-stall, buying fruit.

She is an exquisite beauty – tall, fair and freshly bathed, her luxuriant black hair flows down her back, her sharp features accentuated by the morning sun, her nose slightly turned up, so slender and transparent, as though accustomed to smelling nothing but perfumes.

I am mesmerized.

Never before had anyone evoked such a delightful tremor of thrilling sensation in me.

An unknown force propels me towards the fruit-stall. 

I stand near her and made pretence of choosing a papaya, trying to look at her with sidelong glances when I think she isn’t noticing.

She notices.

She looks at me.

Her eyes are extremely beautiful – enormous, dark, expressive.

Suddenly her eyes began to dance.

Seeing the genuine admiration in my eyes, she gives me smile so captivating that I experience a delightful twinge in my heart.

She selects a papaya and extends her hands to give it to me.

Our fingers touch.

The feeling is electric. 

It is sheer ecstasy. 

I feel so good that I wish time would stand still.

I cannot begin to describe the lovely sensation I feel deep within me.

I try to smile.

She communicates an unspoken goodbye with her eyes.

Then, she briskly walks away.

Three months have passed. 

She has never misses her Sunday morning love date with me – same time, same place, every Sunday – at precisely Seven o’clock in the morning.

But, my dear Reader, do you know that not a word has been exchanged between us.

We just make love every Sunday morning using the language of our eyes.

Then, we part with an unspoken good-bye.

Once I was slightly late for our rendezvous.

I could see her eyes desperately searching for me.

And when her eyes found me, her eyes danced with delight, and her eyes began making love to my eyes.

Tell me, is there any lovemaking that can surpass our fascinating alluring lovemaking?

It feels like the supreme bliss of non-alcoholic intoxication.

Should I speak to her?

I do not know.

Why doesn’t she speak to me?

I do not know.

Does one have to speak to express love? 

Are words from the mouth the only way to communicate love?

Maybe we both want our beautiful romance to remain this way.

Our silent love making with our eyes – so lovely, so esoteric, so exquisite, so pristine, so platonic, so divine, so fragile, so delicate, so sensitive, so delicately poised.

Just one word would spoil everything.

Yes, just one word would destroy our enthralling state of trance-like bliss, and bring everything crashing down from supreme ecstasy to harsh ground reality.

I think it is best to let our exquisite Sunday morning lovemaking go on for ever and ever, till eternity.

What do you feel, Dear Reader?

How long should we go making love like this?

Tell me, should I make a move, talk to her, break the spell...?

Tell me, My Dear Reader – Should I talk to her and express my love – or is it best to remain silent and let our beautiful platonic lovemaking bloom in ethereal silence?

I will do exactly as you say.

Till then, I will make love to the beautiful woman every Sunday morning – yes, I will make love to her with my eyes.

VIKRAM KARVE

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This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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I wrote this story 10 years ago, in the year 2004, and I have posted it online earlier in my creative writing blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2010/10/making-love-to-beautiful-woman-on.html