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