And the supposed photoshoot
Went for a toss
For it became difficult for him
To focus
Such were the undercurrents
Between both
She was her lure
Her bare back
Low waist saree
Tresses grazing the floor
And the fragrance of her sensual aura
He couldn't control anymore
Throwing the camera aside
He grabbed her from behind
Shocked, she tried to face his reckless mood
But he pinned her
On the bed
Marauding her breasts
Sucking her neck
He stifled her mouth
Grappling her petticoat
He stripped her naked
I have been waiting for this moment, woman, he hoarsely he said
Photoshoot was only an excuse
To ravish your flesh.
©LR