But I held your hand
And pulled you back
You were all dressed for the event
So was I
But there was something about you
That night
It wasn't the chiffon layer
It wasn't even the peekaboo
Of your cleavage
Nor your voluptuous waist
It was your hair
Coiled like a serpent
With jasmine flowers
Adorning your glory
The aura of it
Ignited my mind
So I pulled you back
Grabbing your hair
Scattering the flowers on the floor
As my hands mauled your breasts
Underneath your blouse
Tweaking your nipples
Till I felt your cream
Sprinkling
Parting your saree
I made you sit on me
With your tresses dishevelled
Grazing my belly
I grinded your waist
Rhythmically
I didn't sustain after few thrusts
The call over the speaker announced
For our gracious presence
After our performance
For the night!
©LR
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