The fullness of her breasts

The abysmal cleavage 

The marital jewelry perched precariously on her neck

She radiated sensual rage

Sweats of hunger formed on my forehead 

She was unaware of my presence

Doing her chores absent mindedly 

The entrance door was ajar

I had a full display of her ample cleavage

The purpose of my visit to return the cylinder to aunty 

Hung in the air

How long I stood there, I don't know

But my reverie was broken 

When she saw me standing transfixed by the door 

बेटा, सिलिंडर देने आए हो या जलाने, she asked me teasingly 

Embarrassed, I stood speechless

But I got the cue

Closing the door, without wasting time

I pounced on her breasts

Latching to each of her assets with vehemence 

सिलिंडर भी दिया 

आग भी लगाई आंटी के साथ 

सिलसिला कुछ ऐसे सुरू हुआ...

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