Those mehendi painted legs

Weren't supposed to be mine

But I cradled them on my shoulders

Before her pheras

We were through with the outdoor shoots

Closeup one was supposed to be taken in the bedroom

I was alone with her

Capturing her bridal look

It was during one of those moments

When our eyes met

A spark here

A spark there

But I assumed it to be my illusion

Silently she went and closed the door

What happened next was no less than magical

I carried her to the bed

Lifting her massive ghagra

I went between her legs

The aroma of her scented flesh

Brewing with the mehendi on her legs

Was exhilarating

Ripping her fancy lingerie

I plunged into her oceanic depths

While cradling her legs

Her moans

Electrifying the marriage infused ambience

Amongst the thudding drums beats

And conch shells

Those mehendi painted legs

Were mine

Before anyone else.

©LR