Don't know who was more embarrassed

Me or her

When I found her nurturing her son

She tried to cover herself with her flimsy saree

But I could see through

The beatific sweeping sight

So pure it was

I stood there, transfixed

Even though every decency of mine was screaming to  leave

I went downstairs to borrow some milk

And found her feeding

I couldn't utter a word

Just stood there shamelessly

She could sense my turmoil

The rage and the urge

Maybe my eyes gave it all

Come she said, much to my astonishment

As I sat beside her

She caught my clammy hands

Opening her blouse

She spilled her other ripe breast

Eat while he drinks, she said

Rest history.

©LR