The rituals seemed never ending
And I was becoming restless
For my hourly breast feeding
The hardening of my breasts
The increasing discomfort
And when the milk started staining my layer
I escaped from the chaos
To relieve my soreness
And then I found him,
Fagging by the balcony
Who was he
Maybe one of the guests
I didn't care, nonetheless
For when he looked into my eyes
I knew, I found my prey
His eyes slipped to my smudged drape
And he stopped right there
Sweats of apprehension glistened on his forehead
There we were
In the agonizing undercurrents.
Boldly inching closer,
I dragged him by the collar
And pressed my heaving bust
On his trembling chest
While he grappled to free me from chains
He kissed me with his ashened taste
By the balcony
Against the backdrop of the wedding
With mantras being chanted
With the conches blowing
We stripped each other
With his power throbbinge between my legs.
But first I ensured to relieve my soreness
And he did, with meticulous attention
To each of my fountain
Sometimes merging them
For the ultimate taste
As the sound of the rituals ending drifted in the air
I knew it was time for us to begin
Our rituals.
©LR
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