Everytime I see you curvy back
With your the peekaboo of your bra straps
The raging urge to make you my slave
With your the peekaboo of your bra straps
The raging urge to make you my slave
Bunching your saree around your hips
Unfastening your bra hooks
Freeing your melons
I maraude them in my grip
While I rip apart your rear
I want to take you then
And there मालकिन
In the kitchen
Bending you over the counter
It's so difficult to work beside your seductive gravity everyday
Inhaling your sweaty fragrance
And the electric spurt when our hands graze
Is ultimate torture.
©LR









