I lost my patience
And pushed him roughly on the bed
Straddling him
I sat there
Watching him
He was amused with my aggression
The sunlight was flirting with the clouds
Monsoon was in the breeze
Everything was intoxicating
And he was beneath me
Stripping my layers
I bent over him
My lips few centimeters from his
But I didn't kiss him
I heaved lava on his neck
While circling my tongue
Inside his ears
He moaned my name
While I could feel him
Growing beneath me
He clutched my tresses
Breathlessly he said 'consume me'
That's when I straightened
And glided from his bushy chest
To his gray lips
And slyly replied 'please do the honors'
Where are your manners, lad
Don't you know
The lady has to be quenched of her lust first
Before she reduces you to ashes.
©LR
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