PERSONAL/LOVE: SHE IS MY CUP OF TEA

The first kiss is like a cup of hot tea.

Its just you and the cup of tea. You're sitting alone. The setting is beautiful. You're dying for the tea but you know it's too hot now. But you know it has to happen. It has been in your mind long enough. You're just waiting for the perfect moment. Maybe now it's not too hot -- You lean forward, lift the cup. And while you bring it closer towards you, you don't look at anything else but it so that nothing goes wrong. Your hold is neither too delicate nor too strong. And then you bring it towards your face. You close your eyes to enjoy the moment so that you have no visual distractions.The first sip is just a touch with your lips.

Not perfect yet? You wait another half a minute, keeping it right next to your face, doing things to make the moment come faster. This cycle goes on for a while, till the moment is reached when you feel that your chances can't get any better.

You bring it closer this time. Now you've decided that you're going to do what you had to do, no matter what. You close your eyes. You hold it tight in your hands. And then each centimetre you bring it towards
you, there is apprehension whether it will be as good as you had expected it. But now there is no stopping you.

Once again, first a slight touch. But this time, there is no resistance. The lips open up. The contact is made. You let it consume you. Your mind is blank for a moment. It's perfect. Its so sweet that you're overwhelmed. You continue. You feel something rushing inside you. It's just so good.

But obviously you don't finish the cup of tea in one go. After a few moments of the nirvana, you stop and place the cup back safely. And smile. Because now you know that the whole cup is yours. And no matter
what, you won't let anyone take it away from you.

How do I know? I guess it's because when it comes to love, she is my cup of tea