She lifted her saree

And sat on my phallus

I looked at her mystified

She was my JNU batchmate

We did our Masters together

Even if we had never interacted then

Over the years we spoke on ritualistic birthday calls

She had blossomed gracefully

From a svelte figure

To a woman of sensual elegance

She had an irrepressible aura

Which lured men of all age

And I was one of them

Of all the women I bedded

She was the woman I yearned for

The raw sexuality she oozed

When draped in six yards

She fulfilled my layered wishes

Which my wife never attempted

I was cautious not to reveal my feelings

Even though I maintained decorum

While conversing with her

But my flesh craved for her's

Like no one else

And then we met

I was in her city work related

She came to visit me

My heart was in my mouth

When she entered the room

Her simple yet striking aura

Accentuated by the saree

Every pore of my body was raging

After the pleasantaries

And discussion about our batchmates

We fell silent

The ambience was charged with undercurrents

She walked towards me wordlessly

And kissed me

I looked searchingly at her eyes

She smiled and said I know....

And then she lifted her saree

And she rode....

She came

She conquered

And left.

©LR