Damn,  why would she feed the baby in my house, I thought to myself

Does she even realise, how unsettling it is

Even though I was aware of the natal act

She was barely 18

Yet a mother of two months baby

With none for support

She used to bring her baby

As she used to do the household chores

I couldn't concentrate on my studies

No matter how much I remained evasive

The sight of her breastfeeding

Disturbed my semblance

One day, she caught me ogling 

As she was feeding

Covering herself, she looked away

Embarrassed, I came back to my room

While sweeping the floor, she asked coyly

Babu, do you want to taste my nectar

Startled, I looked at her

She came near my table

Unbuttoning her blouse, she pointed her charcoal nipples

The invitation was too much of a lure

Cradling her on my lap

I devoured her milk

Her ecstasy and my desire

The combination was deadly

And that was the genesis

Of our promiscuous odyssey

While her baby gurgled or slept somewhere.

©LR