I am not in mood, he sighed
When she kissed him
I need some space, he said
I understand, she replied
And walked away
Baby, did I forget to tell you
I have groomed my forests
And was intending to smear syrup over there
Not to forget the honey
That would have dripped from my breasts
And yes, the cherry on my navel
Seems can't be plucked tonight
As you are not in mood
The mood was already set
He pushed her against the wall
And ripped her layers
Starting with the honeyed breasts...
©LR
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