A feminist exudes a different aura

And she definitely one

As she stood out from the crowd 

The crushed saree

The heavily kohled eyes 

With a magnificent bindi 

And not the miss the simmering cigarette

She had an engaging persona

Even though she didn't mingle with the crowd

She had my undivided attention 

If she was aware, she didn't care

Maybe she knew her lure

When she ventured out to the balcony for some fresh air

I followed her

In silence we watched the somber ambience

I inched behind her

She kept puffing the cigarette

Pulling her hair to one side, I inhaled her messy hair

They smelt of rosemary essence

Emboldened, I lifted her saree

Slipping my fingers inside her pantie 

I started fingering her 

With my slow explore, she kept puffing 

But when the urgency of my fingers increased

She gasped for breath

With her orgasmic burst 

The cigarette slipped 

She arched back on my shoulders

As she came...

Feminism ahaan

I conquered one! 

©LR

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