For a man of his age

He was quite strong

While he was in his seventies 

I was just thirty

He had been pursuing me

Ever since he read my erotic poetry

I kept him at bay

Since I was expecting

Besides he was almost of my father's age

He used to call me to his chamber

He was my VC

On pretext of some work or the other

Much to my annoyance

For my morning sickness was literally draining

I will wait, he said

As months passed

Eventually I delivered

And motherhood became engaging

That day

When he decided to pay a visit to our abode

I wasn't expecting anything

We chatted over a cup of coffee

As I went to turn on the AC

I turned to find him behind me

He dragged me closer

And kissed fiercely

I tried to escape from his clutches

But there was no escape

He was quite strong 

For a man of his age

Unhooking my bra

He pounced on my milky breasts

That feeling of someone suckling you

Other than your baby

I was breathless 

Eventually I surrendered

Not to him

But to myself.

©LR