Every time I drive her somewhere

It becomes difficult to concentrate

She sits in the front seat

So close...

Her sophisticated aura

Her body fragrance

Engulfs my being

I look at her sideways

I oogle at her waist from behind

I fantasized about her figure

If she could feel my penetrative face

She didn't display

That night I had the opportunity to chaperone her to a party

Draped in a flimsy saree

Her figure was outlined by her backless blouse

Tied with strings

As she was about to get down

She sensed few strings were loose

She fiddled with the strings 

But couldn't tie the last one

Can you please tie the last one, she said casually

Stunned, with sweaty palms

I tied the last one

The spine chilling feeling

When I touched her flesh

It was like divine death

She thanked me and smiled

The smile of vengeance

She knew all the while...

©LR