I will ensure you will smell like me

When you leave the party, he whispered in her ears

How do you propose to do that, she laughed 

They were at the Diwali party

Amidst the clinking of glasses

And chaotic banter

He found her in a desolate corner

Her curvy back in glittering saree

In enveloping darkness 

Was an unmistakable lure

They were strangers of the night

He hitting her, didn't shock her

Her feminine energy attracted 

She knew that

He came close to her

Their breath colliding 

Their heart beats resonating 

Sliding his fingers beneath her saree

He opened her fissure 

She welcomed him 

By lifting one of her legs on the chair

He went slow...very slow

Gingerly, in rthymic motions

The squishy sound of her juices

And breathless moans 

Only they heard

Taking out his fingers 

He smeared it on her neck and chest

And licked her sloppyly 

Ecstatic, she found his boner 

Unzipping she went down between his legs

And seized his core

He came within seconds 

On her breasts

She didn't tidy herself

For it wanted to carry his fragrance 

They were strangers of the night. 

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