She was sir's wife 

The first time I saw her

I was like 'this can't be his wife'

Sir, the typical pot bellied officer 

And his wife was too hot to fit the bill

As she stepped out of the house

With her son 

I kept stealing glances at her

Thoroughly distracted, I tried to focus on driving 

I looked forward to see her

And with her ritualistic visit for monthly shopping

My delight knew no bounds

She carried herself with aplomb in westerns

But the day she draped saree 

The glimpse of her heavy bosom 

And the curvaceous waist 

Sent my blood raging

My wife bore the brunt of my intense cravings

She remained joyful 

For she thought it was my love for her

I remained in cloud nine 

I fantasized about the woman 

I used to drive the car for. 

©LR