Every morning

I used to wait for her

On the terrace

When she used to come

To dry the clothes

The glimpse of her navel

The aroma of her moist flesh

And those cascading waterfalls

I kept stealing glances

From my seemingly bookish interest

She was unaware

Of my ache

How I wished to trace every curves

On her flesh

How I desired to nestle betwixt her breasts

How I wanted her to touch

My throbbing circumference

To make her feel

The effect she has on me

How I wanted to take her right there

Lifting her modest garments

Ramming her from behind

With my voracious hunger

Under the nude sky

With the birds witnessing my shameless engagement

Yet drowning the moans 

Of my liberating experience.

©LR