From sharing a puff on the terrace
To making out on the parapet
It couldn't have been more thrilling
To making out on the parapet
It couldn't have been more thrilling
During one of those restless nights
When sleep eluded
I found him there lost in his space
Who was he
Was he a flatmate
Or a visiting guest
It didn't matter
For a while we both stood there
Weighing in silence
Acknowledging my presence
He moved closer
And shared his cigarette
The fire in those dazed eyes
Was electrifying
I felt my legs trembling with desire
I think he read me
So when he inched closer to kiss me
I closed my eyes
But he didn't kiss me
Rather he laid me on the parapet
Lifting my nightie
He went down between my legs
The way he inhaled and licked my petals
In between smoking his cigarette
I could see celestial bodies floating above
I moaned in ecstasy as he swallowed my universe
He didn't just quench his thirst
But doused my flame
He left wordlessly
As strangers we met
And as strangers we departed.
©LR
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