Women love foreplay
But we had none
The lingering eye contact in the hotel lounge
Had an electrifying effect
She was probably with her husband
And I with my friends
While casually checking out women
She caught my attention
Was she beautiful
No she was poetry in motion
The diaphanous layer seemingly covering her curves
In an ambience dominated by western attires
The prominence of सिंदर
With सखा and पाला
Eastern shores aura she exhibited
Bong or Odia for sure
When she found me staring at her
Her eyes acknowledged my flirtatious caress
As she excused herself for the restroom
I impulsively followed her
When I pulled her hands
She didn't resist
Cradling her in my arms
I took her to my room
Laying her on the bed
I looked at her
She was a beautific sight
Tresses scattered like a halo effect
Cleavage half exposed
And with her navel twinkling
I grabbed my camera
And kept clicking her endlessly
She posed seamlessly
Not a word exchanged
We didn't even touch each other
But the intimacy of the eye contact was overwhelming
She left
And I sat down lost and stunned
Trying to comprehend
If it was real.
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