The ambience hummed alive with her moans
As I marauded her breasts
And chewed on her neck

Her bangles clinked like wind chimes
When she caressed my hair 
I knew she was wet 
I wanted to take her then and there
But there were guests downstairs
Waiting for her for vivacious presence

I stopped
She looked at me 
Her eyes swimming with desire
We both had reached the zenith
She understood
Ironing our clothes  
We joined the guests 

Flushed, she looked stunning
She's mine, only mine, I mumbled 
Didn't matter if was married

And my guide 
I knew my thesis will come out with flying colours!

©LR