I could literally smell her

So close she was to me

Yet so far

I used to wait for her

Every morning by the river bank

On the pretext of catching fish

She used to come when no one around

She didn't want her widowed integrity to defile others

Her only luxury was when she soaked herself

In the virgin waters of Ganges

Unaware of my carnal eyes

Consuming every curve of her chaste flesh

The sight of her chocolaty nipples

The triangular forest of death

And those beefy buttocks

Such a captivating sight, she radiated

I couldn't help, my hand slipped inside my dhoti

Caressing my youthful vigor

After her diurnal indulgence

She draped her meager modesty

And went to the temple

To offer her prayers

The scene of her swinging hips

As she climbed the temple stairs

I used to wonder how can God focus

With such distraction

This continued for months

Till one day, I mustered up the courage

To meet her face to face.

©LR