That Night

She was raging when we made love.
Unrestrained, as if she was anticipating the moment.

Ever since I moved to her house.
She clouded my thoughts.
Whenever she used to come to the terrace to dry clothes.
Her presence electrified the ambience.
The aroma of her virginal flesh,
The glistening drops dripping from her lusterous tresses
Her saree still damp with moisture
She was a sight so sensuous.

How I craved to take her right there.
Under the nude skies
With the clothes billowing in the air
Covering and uncovering us with modesty
Alas, my anguish kept escalating with every passing days.

Till that night
When the power had gone off.

I was loitering in the terrace
When she came upstairs
Our eyes regarded each other's presence.
She went ahead and stood near the railing.
Her contours dreamy in the shadowy moonlight.

Gathering my courage, I stood beside her.
We stood there with the sexual tension lurking
As I slipped my fingers in hers
She stood motionless.
Her palms so warm to my trembling nerves.

I went behind and cradled her
Liberating her tresses, inhaling it's fragrance
I nestled in her neck.
Unbuttoning her blouse, I cupped her luxuriant breasts.
She stirred and turned towards me
Her eyes dreamy, her flesh feverish
She pushed me on the parapet while unshackling my bulge.
And bent down.

Seizing my existence completely
Soft moans escaped from within
I tried to find words but was lost in her expanse
Amongst the twinkling stars.

Before I could burst, I dragged her closer
Sitting cross legged on the parapet
Sensual energy passing through glistening pores
We kept looking at each other
Searching for some love, for some meanings
But it was only lust that was simmering.

Grinding her hips on mine
Her velvety skin coating me with the finest of wine
Hearts drumming against each other
I diffused somewhere in her.

A tentative whisper of her name
Consummated the night.

©LR