Women love foreplay

But we had none

The lingering eye contact in the hotel lounge

Had an electrifying effect

She was probably with her husband 

And I with my friends

While casually checking out women 

She caught my attention

Was she beautiful

No she was poetry in motion

The diaphanous layer seemingly covering her curves 

In an ambience dominated by western attires

The prominence of सिंदर 

With सखा and पाला 

Eastern shores aura she exhibited

Bong or Odia for sure

When she found me staring at her

Her eyes acknowledged my flirtatious caress 

As she excused herself for the restroom 

I impulsively followed her

When I pulled her hands

She didn't resist 

Cradling her in my arms

I took her to my room 

Laying her on the bed

I looked at her 

She was a beautific sight 

Tresses scattered like a halo effect

Cleavage half exposed 

And with her navel twinkling

I grabbed my camera 

And kept clicking her endlessly

She posed seamlessly 

Not a word exchanged

We didn't even touch each other

But the intimacy of the eye contact was overwhelming 

She left

And I sat down lost and stunned 

Trying to comprehend 

If it was real.

©LR