Dia: A Lover's Revenge

Confession; First kiss.

I traced my fingers through the window by which I was seated. The snow left some white mist on the glass which had a supplementary effect on the inner part. 

The clouds from distance seemed unusually white, drifting in desires across the routes of the sky. The wandering winds pushing and tossing them to the dark rhythms of their fetish intentions. 

Albert was driving along an expressway which had school of trees to the right and left. I wanted to ask him to where he was driving me since the past seven minutes, but I guess, that could wait. 

I took a fancy of his nape and was tempted to touch it. I was tempted to grab his face and kiss him ruthlessly and hungrily. I have hungered for his body all my life. But I knew I couldn't. At least, not at that moment. 

Finally, after five minutes more of driving, he drove into a track through the woods. I wanted so bad to ask him again but I tamed the urge. 

No sooner than later,