I traveled each noon 4 kms on my bicycle, trying to make it as early as possible to get the first glimpse of you. Thinking of you each time I peddled with that extra bit of energy. Always insecure because there were so many of us trying to get you, touch you, feel you – though I tended to feel that I was the most deserving candidate to be the lucky possessor of a beauty like you. Oh, you were so infectious. I could see the eagerness in their eyes as I had a casual chat with them – the rascals had no respect for you, no emotions, only lust lurked. I could have almost got rid of them, so much I wanted you.
The crucial moment arrived with a subtility, my heart beat gone faster and legs gone shaking. And you were such a damsel. You did not disappoint a bit of me – the aura which only a British Queen could have matched, the curve which only was the possession of a few. In that scorching heat, when the sun rays touched your body – sheer magic was created. Never before I was so sure that I wanted you -right now, right here. I wanted to do so many things to you, to grip in my hands, to rub you against my thighs, to put my spit all over you, and then do all sorts of things to make you as red, as sweet, as shiny as you were given to me. I wanted you to do all sorts of movements-from left to right, top to bottom with no conspicuousness at all. I wanted them to hate you, curse you because they could not handle you, could not understand your body language.
And as if a dream had come true, I got you. I was darn excited, a chilling shiver went down my spine. A 5 minute warm-up session and there I was, ready to begin the net session.
“Right Arm Fast Medium
Over the wicket
First ball to go …”
And the same emotions beckoned me the next day, the next, and for a long time to come. Each day it was the same. My love for you was always the same. And today I miss you sweetheart, hope you are in good hands!