Face to face,
Across the table with some complementary drinks
Anxiety clearly dancing at our legs
It been hour or so
talking about our favorite writers
the music that gives us solace
the taste of today's morning tea
how I ended up having boring day at office
how you had nothing much to say
the preparation for careers
our ex
our parents
our siblings
and the world in middle east
and some gossips from west
How we both hate Korean flicks
and Indian TV serials
but...
all these are delightful distractions
seems to work weak today
because the temperature have risen
the level of mercury beyond limits
and with my mouth talking whatever
finger tapping to hide some unknown violation
my eyes is glued at the tiny peek from
your low cut tops
My mind plays violin synchronizing
with the movement of your tight jeans which
gracefully captures the swaying hips
Why does your lips appear extra luscious today?
and why do I think I am someone else today?
Gasping at the breath I finally mutter
"let's talk about *** baby;
lets find some place, may be"
The question mark on your eyes gives a stare
Which was all needed to pull out the animal in me
I wink at you with the unique expression of lust
You know what I mean.
The desire fires the way it deems.