My thirst for you
Starts and ends with you

Entrapping you between my thighs 
I forcefully penetrate your defenses
For there in lies my pleasure
To take you against your willingness 

As your nipples become taut with fear
I pinch them till you gasp for breath
And when you open your mouth
I kiss you sucking your essence

My thirst for you is infinite 
Mingled with pain and pleasure
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 Her blouse designs were the most provocative ones
Only threads tying her modesty
Every time she used to come up with some uncommon designs
And I managed to customise 
How my heart raged to see her in my creations
To touch her curvaceous frame
Tied by flimsy strings

During one such visit, she complained about the loose fitting
I suggested her to show me in the trial room
She yielded even though she had second thoughts

My blood started raging
When she turned her curvy structure towards me
I always sensed she had a seductive structure 
But the sight of her divine form in front of me
I was barely breathing 

भैया देख लो कितना लूज है साइड से
डोरी बांध देना जरा, हाथ नहीं जा रहें हैं, she said 
She didn't even realise my quandary
With trembling and clammy hands 
I managed to tie the strings

The touch of her luxuriant flesh
The sight of her ample waist
With beads of gems coated on her nape
I ejaculated then and there

ठीक हे दीदी, में इसको टाइट कर दूंगा, I managed to say
After she left, I pulled the shutter of my shop 
And changed. 
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 And we kept meeting
Sometimes in the library 
Engaged in literary discourse 
Sometimes over a cup of coffee 
Sharing each other's life course

She was my Sociology professor 
I was her chosen one to carry out the academic paperwork

Marital signature didn't stifle her brassy nature
She exuded a distinguished aura
Which invited both enviousness and awe
Her bohemian spirits reflected in her passion for poetry
Which people censured 
She hardly bothered

My feelings...
Well I don't have words
I was entrapped in her elements
My days were euphoric in her company 
Nights, a haunting reminder 'she isn't mine, she can't be mine' 
She was aware of my feelings 
But took it sportively

The fragrance of her midnight waves 
The sensuous curves whispering in the chiffon layers

And those inviting almond shaped eyes
She had an effect on men of every age
From students to professors and the VC
But I was closest to her essence

Sometimes we shared meaningful silence
The unspoken feelings
And the hushed ache

Some unfinished stories
Yet beautifully designed.

©LR