Smell of mangoes

The smell of mangoes takes me back to
the memories of river bank all alone
I wandered the speed and chill of river on cold
As he arrived across the river to lay glance on me
I stumbled to walk towards him as he winked.
Furiously I started shouting while reaching close
 
as I lifted my hand to mark a slap on his face,
he took my hand and kissed. 
Held me close by my waist 
drew me near to his breath
and locked his lips on mine
even before I could fight 
his tongue was rolling into mine.
 
The very first time I realized
the beauty of his intense eyes
the warmth of his deep breath
the comfort hold of his arms
the softness in his touch.
 
All this feeling to be on edge
occurred to me on river bed
with cold water flowing alongside
and wind blowing on the sight
with the smell of mangoes
of his garden alongside.