A lot like Love.. a lil' like Chocolate

...and once again I'm sitting 'at the window of my room', with all my fingers dipped in chocolate syrup, licking  every bit of Dairy Milk Silk... ravishing temptation to a soul like me... my face all painted with chocolate and my each attempt to pour in more and more of it seems like a baby trying to cuddle her most loved doll and convincing herself for the separation she had to bear from her doll because of the school hours. How depressing it would have been for her doll to stay alone for such a long time... is known just to her, and so does her affectionate cuddle explain her happiness on meeting her back again. My heart and soul dipped in the blissful chocolaty dreams... and the thought that strikes me, reminds me of the similar feeling of sitting at the window of my room.
The refreshing breeze from the window brushing and caressing me like never before... as if convincing me to get involved, to let go off things... to stop for a moment, and like its caressing flow... allowing me to flow along in the miraculous spiral of ever so desirable life. Every time brushing aside the flicks of hair covering my eyes, I feel my throbbing heart. With the whiff of air, trying really hard to uncover my veil, and let the world know the beauty I'm trying to hide inside... Nothing else can be as soothing as knowing the ardent attempts you make to amaze me with the energetic and stimulating advances. I know your wistful longing that keeps me engaged with the plethora of your adulatory progression on every curve of my skin. I feel so much  instigated by your puff... O breeze! You bring me such a delightful evening...