A poet-husband

She is making tea for her poet-husband. Wondering what her husband is writing. Once he wrote "Charm floats on her cheeks, like a paper boat on the water. Dipping and dancing." Or maybe he is writing something dirty on her. Like once he wrote - "Between her thighs is the temple where I belong." She is making tea for her poet-husband thinking he wants to impress her again. She can hear his pen tapping his teeth. But she can not see whisky on his table and she can not see he is watching her sister as he writes.

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naveenkumar

23 / M / Hyderabad/Secunderabad

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