It was another day

When I got a call from the line of work

Encrypted message from another customer 

In my line of profession

Secrecy and discreet meeting was of paramount importance

When working as a gigolo is considered dishonourable

I reached the designated place, on time

Only to be startled to find the woman

I had been following on Instagram for months

The woman of my dreams

It took me few minutes to collect my bearings

She welcomed me to her palatial abode

Offering me water

She asked me to follow her

As we entered her sacred chamber

I sat beside her, trembling

This wasn't the first time for me

Why the hell was I terrified, I wondered

It was her aura

Her intimidating persona

Her sensuous elegance

A deadly encounter

I don't want to have sex with you she, she said

Make love to me, if you can

I couldn't understand the depth of her

I undraped her saree

Releasing her fountain of tresses

Which I had only seen in pictures

There she was utterly chaste 

In her nude flesh

I slept beside her, breathless

My fingers swept through her curvy flesh

Fingering through her tresses

As I kissed those exotic eyes

Tears cascaded

It seemed as if I touched her raw element

I kept sleeping beside her

Inhaling her mystical fragrance

Absorbing the musical melody of her breath

But I couldn't make love to her

How can I make love to the goddess of rati herself

She offered me money

I declined

Saying nothing

She just stood there by the door

Lost but so full of love

I came back

In love

And lost in her.

©LR